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Paybacks

By: SikFuk



Paybacks, Summer-Cuts, and a Dark Rich Odor

Disclaimer: I apologize for using an outdated cultural stereotype as a means to compel one of my my characters to, um, well, you'll see.

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Shelly and I have been best friends since junior high. We were on the girl's swim team together, (backstroke for her, butterfly for me) we tried out for cheerleader together, (she made it, I didn't - my tits weren't big enough) and we discovered boys together (the Allen brothers at summer camp.) Ever since high school, we've been trying to stay in touch, maybe catch a happy hour once in a while, or go shopping on the weekend, but her job as a destination manager runs her ragged, and I don't see her nearly as often as I'd like.

The other day, when she called to see if I wanted to spend Sunday afternoon swimming with her up at the Murphy Mansion, I was thrilled. The Murphy Mansion is world renowned as Tucson's premier site for weddings and corporate events. It's a huge 12,000 square foot faux-stone monstrosity in the foothills; with a lap pool, a diving pool, a Jacuzzi and an incredible view. 

When Shelly mentioned our swimming date would be clothing-optional, I could understand why. From what she'd told me about the place, the Murphy Mansion is harder to get into than Fort Knox, and there would be zero chance of us having to deal with uninvited visitors. 

When I accepted her invitation, the one thing I'd forgotten about was our history in the clothing-optional department. We had sort of fallen into a pattern over the years, called 'paybacks', which really started to escalate after we graduated from high school. She'd think it was hilariously funny if she untied my bikini bottoms just as I was jumping onto the big slide at the water park, or if she pulled my tube top down while I was trying to deliver a full tray of food at the Burger Barn (on frat night!) Of course, the payback would be for me to do the same thing to her.

At first, I thought her motivation for exposing my private parts was to bolster my self-esteem. I was never very popular with the guys, and it does make a woman much more approachable if a potential suitor can walk up to her and say "hey, didn't I see your tits down at Burger Barn the other day?" 

But then I realized her true motivation was the paybacks. Paybacks gave her the opportunity to 'accidentally' show off her goddess-like body in such a way that she wouldn't look like a slut going it. She was very proud of her to-die-for tits, (a symmetrical perfect marriage of a sphere and a cone, with a slight northern tilt, topped off with giant-sized chocolate-kisses nipples) and she felt compelled to share them with the world. It was her way of feeding the hungry, if you were to include hungry eyes in that category.

The trick with Shelly was figuring out the most appropriate time for the payback. If she had pulled my top down while we were walking through the mall, and the only people around were a couple of housewives and an old guy, I'd know to wait until there were some cute college dudes nearby before revealing her stunning breasts. (Shelly always had a soft spot for old guys, but not soft enough to waste her own tits on them.)

Probably the best payback was at this big important wedding reception. She was a bridesmaid, and her gown was a full-length, strapless number. To make a long story short, we both went to the wedding wearing no panties, (she's a sucker for a dare) and, as a result, she ended up naked on the dance floor. (I have good hand/eye coordination, and all her dress had was one clasp and a zipper.)

What I wasn't expecting was for her to come running after me, bare-assed naked, and catch me out on the Country Club lawn when I tripped over a stupid croquet hoop. And then, when she managed to wrangled my cheap Target dress clear up to my armpits, I wasn't expecting the whole wedding party to come trooping out to watch our bare-naked cat-fight. But it wasn't that bad, seeing as how it was dark and all. (I will admit, sprinting down to valet parking naked was a bit harrowing. but the valet was one of the Burger Barn dudes, and he was okay with me hiding behind a potted plant while he fetched my car.)

Yes, paybacks were exciting back then, but they were child's play compared to what Shelly had in store for me up at the Murphy Mansion.

I showed up around noon, and buzzed her at the gate. It swung open, and as I stared up at the fake stucco-stone walls, it occurred to me the Murphy Mansion would have fit perfectly in the Mediterranean section of Disneyland; with its turrets, towers, pennants and wrought-iron doo-dads. Tooling up the cobblestone drive was like taking a cartoon tour of Italy; the only thing missing was the fiddler on the roof.

Shelly greeted me at the massive front doors, and my heart skipped a beat. That always happens when I see her. It's not her beach-babe beauty that does it; it's the way she can turn your ordinary day into an event. Whether she does it with a well-timed smile, or an astute observation cloaked in a bimbo-ism, or a phone number for a really hot guy, it all comes straight from the heart, and I considered myself blessed to have her as a friend.

"Can you believe this place?" she asked, all wide-eyed like a kid. She gave me a big hug, stuffing her Farah Fawcett hair in my face, and then she proceeded to lead me on a tour of the Estate. I marveled at the marble floors, I stared at the stone columns, I arched my neck at the arched ceilings. Well, you get the idea. We ended up in the master bathroom, which was about the size of my apartment.

"We can leave our things here," she said, as she shimmied out of her breezy yellow sun dress. Seeing her in her bra and thong always reminded me of Playboy magazine. She could have easily been a Playmate, with her freckled cheeks and her puffy lips, not to mention her heart-shaped ass, which had broken quite a few hearts over the years. I had to look away, so she didn't think I was staring.

"How long has it been since we went skinny dipping?" I asked, as I pulled my T-shirt off.

"Christie's Pool?" Christie's pool brought back memories. We were supposed to have the place all to ourselves. but then Christie's brother, and three of his college buddies, burst out the back door onto the patio, grabbed our swim suits, and sat down in the deck chairs, waiting for us to get out of the pool. Fortunately, when the three of us made the naked dash to Christie's room, I suspect the guys were watching Shelly's amazing tits bouncing up and down, and they probably didn't even notice me.

"Yeah," I said. "I remember that. You never did tell me if you set that up on purpose."

"Would I do a thing like that?" She laughed, as she turned around so I could unhook her bra. I'd been unhooking her bra for her ever since swim team. Back then, when her bra was off and I'd catch a glimpse of her wonderful breasts, it would fill my heart with envy, and today it was no different. As I slipped my cutoffs off my scrawny butt and pulled my panties down, I started feeling more and more inadequate. It was times like this when being a plain-jane was the most painful, but it always passed. All it took was Shelly's grin. 

"Getting kind of scruffy down there, aren't you." She grinned, staring at my fluffy blonde bush. 

"You think?" I looked at my overgrown garden, remembering the old days, when I used to at least keep the edges trimmed for the speedo.

"Check this out." She peeled her thong off, revealing an almost-hairless mound.

"What happened?"

"Summer-cut," she said proudly.

"Doesn't it itch?"

"No. You don't shave it, you just trim it down so it's short, but there's no stubble. It feels great. Here touch it." She reached for my hand but I pulled back.

"Eww. I'm not going to touch it." I have to admit I was curious, and I really did want to touch it, but I wasn't going to let her know. That's a really good way to ruin a friendship.

"Come on," Shelly whined. "It won't bite." She took my hand firmly and guided it to her mound. "See, it's nice, isn't it?"

"It is kind of cool," I stammered, trying to hide my excitement. I'd never touched Shelly's mound before, and it was thrilling, in an innocent sort of way. I pulled my hand away, letting my fingertips flutter across her soft hair, and it gave me a chill.

"Want me to do you?" she asked, grabbing the scissors and comb off the counter. "It'll only take a minute." I wanted to say 'no', but how could I? Shelly always had this power over me, and I'd do the stupidest things, just to make her happy. I mean, is walking into an old-fashioned downtown shoe store wearing short skirts with no panties stupid, or what?

"Come on," she grinned. "Right here on the carpet." She sat down cross legged in front of me, and I did the same.

"What do I do?" I asked nervously.

"Lay back and spread 'em. Think OBGYN." She moved in so her legs were surrounding my hips, and my ankles were up around her waist. (I imagined we probably looked like two frogs, trying to screw lying down on their backs.) "Now, just relax. I won't hurt you." She placed her hands inside my thighs. I jumped at the feel of her fingers on my skin.

Now I'm not into the girl-on-girl stuff, but I am human, and I couldn't pretend it wasn't intensely erotic to be sitting together like that, all naked and opened up, our pussies exposed, our skin touching. The intimacy of the situation was incredible; the way she stroked me gently while she worked, the way her fingers flitted around, barely brushing my labia and the hood over my clit. I noticed my nipples were starting to pucker up, and hers were too.

"You know Bev," she said softly, "you're lucky you've got such a pretty pussy."

"Don't they all look alike?"

"I wish. Look at mine." She stared down at her loose, flappy lips. "I look like an old woman. It's gross. But you look great."

"Come on, Shelly. Yours is pretty. Have your boyfriends ever complained about how it looks?"

"Shut up," she giggled, and she pinched my butt playfully. I squealed, but then she placed her hand softly on my mound again, so I calmed down.

"Just lay back and close your eyes hon, it'll be over before you know it" I closed my eyes, and suddenly I was enveloped by the intoxicating smell emanating from between our legs. I'd never noticed it before, but hers had sort of a dark, richness to it, and it seemed to fill the whole room with warmth. Between that and the feeling of her delicate touch down on my mound, I couldn't help but surrender to the pangs of arousal. Suddenly I felt myself starting to lubricate, and I hoped to God my pussy wasn't dripping.

"There you go. All done." She patted my butt and I breathed a sigh of relief. Another couple of minutes of that and I would've been in big trouble. I got up unsteadily, stumbled over to the toilet and sat down. If I was dripping, I didn't want it running down my leg. 

"See, that wasn't so bad," she said cheerfully. She put the scissors away and rinsed her hands. "Come on Bev, take a look in the mirror." I got up off the toilet and took a peek.

"Wow." I said, a little amazed at how much more pinkness was showing. "You can see everything now." I touched myself carefully, and it felt wonderful, all airy and clean. Shelly sidled up next to me and pulled her pussy up towards the mirror.

"See how much prettier yours is?"

"They look the same to me." I lied. Hers did look a little flamboyant, and I could see how she might have perceived it as unattractive, but I didn't. It was like trying to compare an old gnarly tree trunk to a smooth young sapling. You can't say one is prettier than the other, because they're different. But since mine was more like the smooth young sapling, it did make me feel good, knowing I had at least one part of my body that was nicer than Shelly's.

She let go of her frilly pussy and padded towards the door. I grabbed a towel and trailed along behind her, marveling at the new airy feeling surrounding my intimate parts. Unfortunately, the new airy feeling was doing nothing to quell the urge between my legs, and I was afraid I was going to have to use the towel to wipe up my drips. But then I got distracted by the majesty of the marble halls, and the flagrant excess of the 50 foot long dining table, and the golden sunbeams filtering through the stained glass, and the next thing I knew, there it was, the magnificent courtyard. 

I looked out at Roman columns, Greek statues, an English Tudor bathhouse, and a California redwood trellis next to the jacuzzi. Obviously, that Murphy dude was a little confused when he designed the place. Nevertheless, it was quite impressive.

"Knock yourself out hon," Shelly said as she veered off to the kitchen. "I'm going to grab some ice tea." Then she stopped in her tracks. "Uh oh, is that one of the bathroom towels?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"We're not supposed to use those. I'll bring some from the linen closet." She snatched the towel from my hand, and I thought nothing of it, staring out at the dream-come-true scene. The sun was glittering off the crystal blue water of the lap pool, the sky was speckled with cotton candy clouds, the summer breeze was fanning the palm trees, and there wasn't a soul in sight. 

I ambled over to the lap pool, dove into the shimmering water, and I was home. I love to swim, and swimming naked is the ultimate sensual experience. And now, with my new haircut, it was even more intense. The water rushing over my exposed pussy felt so good, I probably could've gotten off from that stimulation alone, but I knew Shelly would be coming back out any minute, and I really didn't want her watching while I had my orgasm.

Sure enough, she emerged from the patio doors, carrying a couple of crystal goblets, and I marveled at the way her jello tits jiggled when she walked. She sauntered over to the pool, swiveling her hips like a hollywood starlet, and I felt like we were in some kind of movie. "What do you think of this place, Bev?" 

"I love it!" I shot up out of the water and held myself aloft on the edge of the deck, imagining I was the naked lady at the head of a ship, guiding the pirates through the storm.

"I've got to make a phone call," She said. "You know, business stuff. I'll be right back. Check out the view down there by the bench. It's breathtaking." She did her swivel-hip strut back inside the mansion, and I did a few laps around the pool. It felt good to stretch the muscles, and it felt great doing it naked. 

Finally, curiosity got the best of me, and I hoisted myself out of the pool to go exploring. I have to admit, it felt wonderful, being naked, out in the sun, without having to worry about being leered at. The last time I was naked in the out-of-doors was at the Country Club, hiding behind bushes and cars on my way to valet parking, and that didn't feel wonderful at all. 

I wandered down to the marble bench she had pointed to, and it was indeed, a breathtaking view. I sat down on the glassy-smooth stone slab, leaned back, and soaked in the sun. I could see little specks of houses, way down in the valley below. I could see a hawk circling. I could see a tiny trail of dust swirling up into the blue sky, and when I looked closer, I realized it was a couple of people on horseback. I wondered if they could see me, way up here on this bench, naked.

I opened my legs and let the sun soak into my new exposed pussy. I marveled at the beauty between my legs. I had never really thought about being pretty down there till Shelly mentioned it, and now I knew she was right. 

I looked back at the house to see if the coast was clear. It was. My little bench was behind a hedge, and although I'd be able to hear Shelly coming out the back door, she wouldn't be able to see me.

I took a deep breath, and then I touched myself. It had been a while since I'd done that. A week, actually. It always felt so good when I finally succumbed to my urges, I'd think to myself, why didn't I do this yesterday? But then, after I'd do it, I'd go through the whole depression thing, wishing there was someone else there with me to share my orgasm; someone to hold me, kiss me, tell me secrets. But relationships just never seemed to work out, so finally, I just started filling up my life with busy work, so I wouldn't have time to get horny.

I spread my lips open and felt my slit. It was wet inside. I opened my legs wider, and slowly stuck my finger in, till it was buried clear down to my knuckle. I shuddered as I pulled it out. I took my wet finger and slid it up around my clit, teasing myself, trying to get ready to cum. I knew I had to work fast, but I also knew that it worked fastest when it was begging for release. I started to pant. I reached up to touch my nipple.

And then, out of the blue, I was thinking about Shelly. That happened sometimes, right before I came. I'd have this intense desire to be sucking on one of her chocolate brown nipples, or I'd be imagining it was her fingers making me cum, instead of my own. I never really worried about it before, because I knew it would never happen, but I was worried about it now. I had come so close to having an orgasm with her, up there in the bathroom. Did that mean I was gay? I closed my eyes and whispered her name. Shelly, tell me what to do. Please? I'm so close. Can I suck your nipples? Can I cum with you? 

That's when I heard it; the low murmur of voices. At first I thought it was part of my fantasy, but then I heard it again, the strange sound of a foreign language. I froze, quivering, so close...

I looked over my shoulder, and although my bench was secluded from the back door, it was in full view of the patio, and there was definitely something happening on the patio. I tried to focus, and sure enough, I could make out a couple of oriental guys, talking animatedly, looking at something; probably one of Shelly's glossy brochures.

Then they saw me, and waved. Then there were more. A half a dozen in all. I blinked, thinking it must be one of those dreams where you're the only one naked. They waved again, so I pulled my hand out from between my legs and waved back, and then I thought maybe I was going to faint. How could this be happening? I'm naked, for Christ's sake. I'm masturbating. Leave me alone!

I started to shake, like I was cold, I started to sweat, I looked around for something, anything, to wear. A flower? A flag? There were these pretty colored banners flapping on flagpoles along the 10 foot-high patio wall, but I didn't feel like finding a ladder and climbing up to retrieve one. Then I remembered the towel Shelly had taken from me, saying we weren't supposed to use the ones from the bathroom. Damn her! Was this some kind of an elaborate payback?

I could hear them coming closer. I crossed my legs and folded my arms over my chest, trying to make myself small, which is not an easy task when you're five-nine. I stared at my feet, using zen to make my world contract until I was the only thing in it, but that didn't work either. Suddenly I saw black shoes all around me. I looked up, and I was surrounded. An old oriental dude with silver hair held out his hand to greet me.

"Yo Kamisa" he said, smiling. He kept his hand out, and I realized I was supposed to take it. 

"My name's Beverly," I said nervously. I waited for him to turn me loose, so I could re-hide my tit behind my arm. He let go of my hand, and bowed deeply. Then he straightened up and waited. And waited. And waited.

"Scooze me missy," an older oriental lady said softly in my ear. I jumped. Where'd she come from? 

"I'm sorry," she continued, in her sing-songy voice. "Oriental custom. You must bow your greeting or is horrible insult." She took my arm and tried to pull me up off the bench, but I wouldn't budge. I turned to her.

"I'm sorry missy, but here in America, is horrible insult to be naked in front of strangers." I wrestled my arm away from her, holding on to my bench for dear life.


Payback's A Bitch



Stuart had the perfect wife in Carrie. She was 27, tall, light brown hair and a perfect, surgically augmented, 34,C-24-34 figure. Piercing blue eyes and long beautiful legs. Stuart hadn't minded a bit when Carrie asked for breast implants. He was happy to be seen anywhere with his trophy wife on his arm. It gave Stuart a real sense of satisfaction at having other men envy him because of Carrie.

Stuart was a successful businessman. Mainly because he dabbled in unethical, if not outright illegal, practices at work. He wouldn't hesitate at cheating someone if he felt he could get away with it.

Carrie was the perfect wife. But she sometimes felt trapped in her lifestyle. Stuart was successful, but he was also boring. She knew that he loved to dangle her as his prize possession in public. That didn't really bother her. But she sometimes resented being forced to always behave as the "perfect little lady". Before meeting Stuart she had been more free spirited and fun loving. But she gave all that up for the security and financial wellbeing Stuart provided for her.

Stuart didn't realize it but he had made a serious mistake. He had cheated someone in a small business deal and that person had connections that would soon make Stuart regret his transgression.

Stuart and Carrie had just finished dinner and were sitting in front of the TV when the doorbell rang. Being the obedient wife, Carrie got up to answer it. Stuart paid little attention until two thugs led Carrie back into the living room at gunpoint.

"Freeze, mother fucker!" The first ordered as Stuart started to rise.

"Wh-what do you want?" Stuart asked in fear.

Both men looked to each other with smirks on their faces. "We're here to teach you a lesson." The first said. Stuart looked the two men over. Both were mid-thirtyish in appearance. In obvious good shape with callused hands of men who knew hard work. They were dressed in jeans and flannel shirts, but otherwise Stuart got the impression that these two men were more than just common criminals.

"What do you mean, 'teach me a lesson'?" He asked in alarm.

"You've cheated someone whose decided not to roll over and play dead, Stuart."

Stuart went over a mental checklist in his mind of resent customers. He had some idea as to who might have hired these men. But that was the least of his worries right now.

"Look," He said, trying to gain some control over the situation. "Take what you want and leave."

"Oh we'll take what we want alright." The second guy said, eyeing Carrie up and down.

"Oh fuck." Stuart thought. He couldn't bare the thought that this guy might be considering raping his wife. "Please, take my money but don't hurt us." He pleaded as he stood up.

Stuart received a right cross across the jaw for an answer. The blow sent him sprawling back into his recliner. 

"Tie him up." The first man ordered.

Stuart's arms were pulled back behind the chair and tied. The width of the back made this more uncomfortable that normal. After his wrist were secured a rope was coiled around his chest several times until he was pinned into the chair.

"Pull off his pants." The man ordered Carrie.

"For Christ sakes what are you doing?" Stuart cried out.

"One more peep and I blow your knee cap off." The intruder replied.

Carrie nervously bent over and unbuckled Stuart's belt and undid his pants. He was afraid to resist and rose his hips to help her remove his trousers and shorts.

"Look at that little pecker." One of the men said jabbing his pistol against his cock. The force of the muzzle rubbing against him made his dick begin to arouse.

"Shit, he's getting hard from my gun." Both men laughed at this.

The leader leaned down and said, "Now Stuart. You have a choice. You can ask your sweet little thing here to suck you off in front of us, or we'll slash your nuts open." 

To emphasize his words he pulled a switchblade out of his pocked and released the blade. Stuart hesitated.

"Well, aren't you gonna ask her?" The leader said lowering the knife to his crotch.

"Suck my dick, Carrie." Stuart pleaded.

Carrie wasn't sure what to do. Then she was pushed down onto her knees before her bound husband. Slowly she leaned forward and took his manhood into her mouth. It instantly sprang to full erection. While the men jeered her on she began sucking her husband's dick. Then the first flash took her by surprise. One of them had a camera. Stuart was appalled that the two thugs were watching Carrie suck him. Worse, they were taking pictures. Still, no matter how he hated their intrusion his dick was more than welcoming his wife's mouth. The two men enjoyed forcing him to be brought to an orgasm before them. Stuart felt his balls tighten. He tried to hold off, but his wife did her job well. 

A moan escaped his lips as he released his man-seed into her mouth.

"Don't swallow." One of the men ordered. Carrie took her husband's spunk until he was finished, holding it in her mouth.

"Spit it into his mouth." He ordered.

Stuart was shocked. Carrie looked at him, her eyes pleading for instruction.

Then the knife lowered into his lap once more. With grim determination Stuart opened his mouth and allowed his wife to lean forward and spit his load of semen from her mouth into his. As the fluids were transferred the camera flashed again.

"Swallow." Stuart was ordered. He gulped quickly, holding back his bile as he did so.

"Now it's our turn."

Stuart and Carrie both went stiff with fear at that comment. One of the men ordered Carrie to strip. Reluctantly she did so. Trying to ignore the lewd comments of the two men enjoying her shame at disrobing before them. And also trying to avoid eye contact with Stuart. She knew how he must hate the very thought of other men seeing her naked. She was his prize alone. 

She hadn't noticed that the two men had undressed as well. Seeing them standing their fully aroused caught her by surprise. While neither man was huge, both were more endowed than her husband. She was forced to kneel before her husband as the first approached, allowing Stuart a perfect view of her sucking another man's wang. Stuart clenched his fist in rage as the first man's cock slipped into his wife's waiting mouth. The camera began flashing anew as she sucked her second man of the evening. 

Stuart wanted to scream. He fought the ropes that held him to no avail. He could not help but watch as his wife worked their abductor's rod before him. It didn't take long until he could see his ass cheeks clenching. He heard the cry of triumph as the man unleashed his load into his wife's mouth. Then heard the most dreaded sound of, "Don't swallow."

Stuart had thought it humiliating enough to have had to have drank his own sperm. But now his wife was leaning over him with another man's load in her mouth. With deepest regret in her eyes she spewed the salty load into Stuart's mouth.

Then she was on her knees sucking the second man. Stuart watched in horror. There were tears in his eyes as he watched his wife working her third tool. But what bothered him the most was the knowledge of where his load was going to end up. 

Carrie sucked the cock in her mouth. She felt it swelling larger as she continued. Then she felt it blast into her mouth. This one was the largest of the loads yet. She regretted the command that was to come. She thought about swallowing but didn't dare. His load filled her mouth to overflowing. And she heard the words. Slowly she rose and leaned over her husband. He opened his mouth, not knowing the amount that she contained this time. Carrie spat the cum into her husbands mouth. Stuart gagged and choked as it filled his mouth. He barely swallowed before nearly vomiting. All the while the camera flashed.

Carrie was pushed to the floor before her husband again and commanded to suck. She took his pecker into her mouth and began working it. Against Stuart's wishes it grew erect again. 

Stuart's eyes went wide when he saw the leader of the two kneel behind his wife. "Oh shit, he's going to fuck her." Stuart thought with alarm.

Carrie jerked forward as she felt the head of a cock press between her legs. She hadn't realized that her pussy had grown moist during all of the cock sucking. She tried to resist but the cock pressed forward, filling her cunt more than Stuart's ever had.

Stuart watched in horror as the man began fucking his wife. He felt his dick becoming more aroused as she continued to suck. He could feel the pressure of her attacker driving her head into his lap as he banged her pussy.

Carrie wanted to cry as she continued working her husband's dick while being reamed from behind. But something was stirring deep inside her. She had never had two men before. Now here she was with three. Her pussy was growing hotter as she was being fucked. Then Carrie realized that she was actually enjoying her rape. But by then the cock in her pussy was ready to explode.

"God, please don't cum in her!" Stuart begged. But for answer all he received was a joyful cry as his wife's rapist threw his head back as he emptied his balls into Carrie's belly. 

Then he pulled out and stepped aside.

Carrie hated the moment when the cock pulled out. She was nearly ready to cum. She eagerly waited the second attack. When she felt the cock slipping inside she drove her hips back to meet it.

"Shit, she wants it!" The second man exclaimed.

"Carrie, no!" Stuart cried. He watched in disbelief as his wife began thrusting herself willingly against the cock inside her. He could feel her rhythm increasing and couldn't believe that she was enjoying this. Not his most prized possession enjoying another man's cock. Carrie fucked the stranger behind her with all her might. All the while continuing to suck her husband. Stuart couldn't help but cum again into his wife's mouth. As he did he could hear Carrie's moans of delight escaping her cock-filled mouth as her body broke into orgasm. Then the man behind her came deep in her pussy as well. The camera flashed over and over again as all three were in the throws of climax.

When they were through the two men dressed, tied Carrie loosely in a chair near her husband and left. But not before taking a few expensive items and heckling Stuart about how his wife will never be satisfied with just him again.

Stuart refused to call the cops. The last thing he wanted was for others to know that his wife had been taken by two other men. Especially that she had enjoyed it. And he definitely didn't want his own ordeal made public. Instead he tried putting the attack behind him. But he couldn't get over the knowledge that his wife had been so eager at the end. She was even talking about swinging.

There was no way that Stuart would put up with that. He tried forgetting the incident. That is until the day he was sitting at his desk when one of his co-workers came rushing over yelling, "Hey, Stuart. Did you know that you and your wife are on the Internet...?" 



Payback's a Bitch



Isn't it funny how good things come to those who wait? I firmly believe that "what comes around goes around."

Case and point, one Friday evening several years ago, I visited a co-worker to collect a long outstanding debt. Bob and I worked together for a construction company and spent a lot of our time on the road together. Bob took care of any materials or equipment that needed ordering at the various sites and I was the construction supervisor. We worked long hard hours and got along very well.

Anyway, on the Friday in question I decided to drop in on Bob since it was payday, and I hoped to collect the money he owed me. Bob warned me when I called though, saying that his Mother would be there, visiting from out of town. I almost decided against dropping by, simply because I didn't want to interfere or interrupt with any family visits. But then I got to thinking that maybe Bob was just shooting me a line to postpone payment of his debt and I made up my mind to go over regardless.

Boy am I ever glad I went over to Bob's place! I was pretty shocked to say the least when I met Norma, Bob's Mom.

First of all I couldn't believe how young she was! I was 35, ten years older than Bob, and Norma couldn't have been more than 43 or 44 herself, though she barely older than me. In fact she could've even passed for younger than me!

She was far from being a wet blanket or bitch as Bob called her. In fact, she was just like one of the guys, sipping beers and talking easily along with the rest of us there. And man! She was damn good-looking!

Bob's wife had the barbeque going in the backyard and we all sat around drinking beers and joking around. I tried to be as polite as possible to Norma, because after she was Bob's Mom and should be held in the highest regard and esteem. 

I kept getting the strangest feeling from Norma though, I got the feeling she was flirting with me. I ignored my thoughts and feelings though because I knew there was no way that Norma would be interested in me. Yet at the same time, the two of us both really hit it off. We had a similar and always found ourselves laughing at the same things and always ending up talking to each other.

I ended up staying for dinner, and then we all sat around again afterwards, relaxing and talking some more.

At at around midnight I said that I had better be going, and after all the hospitality I'd been shown, I decided that now was neither the time or place to bring up the debt I'd originally come over to collect. Then, out of the blue, Norma shocked the hell out of me by asking if I could drive her back to her motel. Up until then I naturally assumed that she was staying at Bob's house while she was in town, but for some reason I wasn't at all surprised to find out that I'd have a chance to be alone with her.

I drove her to the motel in my car and when we got there she asked if I'd like to come in and join her for a nightcap? I couldn't believe my ears! It sure sounded like a come-on to me.

But again I told myself that I was imagining it all, and so not wanting to be rude, I accepted her invitation. She mixed us up a couple of drinks and we talked for a while. Then she motioned for me to get out of the chair I was sitting in and come sit beside her on the bed. Again my manners took over, after all, how could I disrespect Bob's Mom?

With a soft friendly smile, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. When I kissed her back, her hand began rubbing my arm, then moved across to my chest and finally down to my crotch. In one second flat my cock was swollen hard as a rock inside my pants. My mind was racing, "What the hell are you doing?!" I thought, before I decided that I would show this Mother the respect she deserved! I started rubbing her breasts slowly, gently, then kissed her tits through the thin material of her dress. She pulled away and for a brief moment I thought maybe I'd offended her and she'd changed her mind. But when she said, "Take off your clothes," I knew we were both still one the same page.

Again I found myself unable to disobey Bob's Mother! My clothes were off in seconds, and so were hers. WOW! She ahd the body of a 25 year old! Hardly a mark or wrinkle anywhere!

In bed she came on to me in a very assertive and dominant way. She went under the sheets and began licking and sucking on my hard cock and swollen balls. She licked her way back up to my face, and we French kissed while she rubbed her moist muff back and forth against my thigh and crotch. I brought my hand down and placed it against her damp bush, gently rubbing, stroking her wet hair, making her moan out loud. I gently pressed forward and inserted a finger between her soft, wet lips. Parting her cunt, I dipped my finger inside her hot juicy cunt as I began to fingerfuck her. Her moaning and groaning got louder and louder as she slowly started to lose it. I kept rubbing, pressing and massaging her swollen clit, and Norma started breathing heavily, taking short deep breaths. She started kissing me over and over again, all over my face and neck.

Pretty soon we were both ablaze with passion. I guided my stiff throbbing rod against her pussy and slipped my head inside. Norma rolled onto her back, opened her legs wide and took a deep breath as I slid in all the way. I started to ease my prick back and forth, in and out of her cunt slowly, teasing her with my pulsating shaft. She clutched my neck tightly, kissed my face and cheek, moaning softly while I took deliberately long and slow plunges into her pussy.

As I was pumping her I kept thinking about who this was I was fucking, and the mere thought was driving me crazy! But once my cock got red-hot, and started tingling I suddenly forgot all about everything else.

I pumped harder and harder. My mind was a blur and before I knew it I was at the point of no return! My load began to loosen inside my tightened sac. I started ramming her for all she was worth and Norma, realizing I was cumming started screaming out loud as she rocked and bumped violently underneath me. The harder I pumped and fucked her hole, the harder she pumped and fucked me back. My hot cum was shooting up deep inside Norma's hot sexy hole, when suddenly she started cumming too. Her hot steam gushed down and washed my cock and as I looked at Norma, I saw her crying tears of joy as she continued to shout out in ecstasy.

When we were both done I took a moment to remind myself, once again, whom it was I had just fucked. We both got dressed slowly and talked for a while and as we talked the subject of Bob and his job came up. Since it was Noram who had brought up the subject in the first place I felt quite comfortable discussing the reason for my visit to Bob's house earlier on that evening. She said not to worry about it, she said that Bob was just a little shit who needed to be reminded every so often about his responsibilities. She said that she would make sure that Bob came through with his end of the bargain and that I would get my money.

I then told her that I'd best be going. Sounding somewhat disappointed she said, "I hope I'll see you again, in fact this weekend? Why don't you drop by and visit me tomorrow night?"

Well, you guessed it! How could I disobey Bob's Mother? I did visit her the following night, and each and every single time she came to visit her deadbeat son, since that day, too. Bob? Well, he hasn't paid me back yet, but then paybacks are a bitch! At least that's what Bob's Mom, Norma says! And Mother knows best!



Payback's a Bitch



Hey, How's it going? Ever have one of those days when everything seems to go wrong? Yeah, me too. This one just seems to be the granddaddy of all of mine. Let me tell you about it.

My name is Peter James Murphy lll, but everyone just calls me PJ. Had that nick since I was three. My Grandpa, Peter James Murphy the first, my Dad being the second, thought it was a good choice of things to call me. It seems it was, and now I have gone by that ever since. I followed in their foosteps all my life and entered the family business of renovating homes. PJ's Renovations, not very original I know, but it worked for them and it works for me. I'm thirty eight, got two kids, (first one's named after the men I mentioned) and a house that's almost paid for. I also have a thirty six year old wife, Melinda Elizabeth, married sixteen years, that I met in highschool and married shortly after. I really do love her and I guess I better shut up about me and tell you why I almost left her sorry ass.

About a year ago, our marriage seemed a bit shaky. Not the divorce stage kind, just the usual, 'I'm getting bored of the same old, same old shit' kind of trouble. I admit I work long hours at the business, but anyone who knows this kind of business, knows good work takes time and patience. Word of mouth is the best advertizing you can get and my customers did a lot of it. I was putting on an addition to a house, two car garage with a room above it. I went through hell with the city getting permits and approvals for the plans, but I won out in the end for my customer. I spent more hours than I care to think of, hiring subs to do the work I don't do, and busting their asses to get finished on time, so I could start my part. Here's where the excremental rotary infusion starts.

I love that saying.

I had the framing and siding done, as well as the windows, so I just needed to sheath the roof and shingle it to get it weather-proof. My nephew Matt, was working with me during the summer and I had him inside doing the drywall. I was driving to the roofing outlet to get the tarpaper, nails and shingles, plus other things that I needed, to properly do the roof, and I took a short-cut down some side streets to beat the traffic. I was passing house after house, just kind of looking at things, when I spotted a car just like mine. I didn't think much as I approached it, but when I passed it and seen the dented bumper, I knew it was mine.

I didn't recognize the house or the area as anywhere my wife had friends and wondered why it was there. The first thought was that it had been stolen, so I grabbed my cell and called my wife on the home phone. There wasn't any answer and it went to the answering service. I hung up and then tried her cell. It rang and rang and then the fucked up automated reply of, 'The party you are trying to reach is not available.... blah, blah, blah'. I hung up and waited down the street to see what was going on. 

Twenty minutes passed and I saw the door open and she was coming out. I saw that she was dressed in clothes she normally wore if we were going out to a party or a show. She looked all dolled up and then I saw who she was waving goodbye to. Some guy without a shirt on and looking like he just woke up, was standing there smiling and waving back. I had no real reason at that point to believe she had done anything wrong.

I watched her pull out and head towards home, which was away from me. I wrote down the address and the make and model of the car in the driveway and took the licence plate number as well. I turned around and headed to the roofing place and picked up my supplies. It took all my effort not to think of what I saw and concentrate on my job.

I finished late, around eight and went home. I looked at my car and knew I had to stay cool, thinking of what I had seen. I went in and got the old, 'Hi, how's the job going?' bullshit from her and non-chalantly gave her a kiss on the cheek and said it was going okay. She was washing dishes and stopped to turn on the microwave to re-heat my dinner. I really hate nuked food and told her I did, but I understood the need to feed the kids at a decent time, except the kids were away. I sat and ate my spaghetti and meatballs, more like string and rubber balls now, and just looked at her. I looked at her from behind and at first, I thought of how much I liked her ass and legs and how great they felt when we made love. Her front still looks good, but her tits are getting a little saggy from the kids and I didn't really mind that. The reality of it in my mind, was that I was partly to blame for them getting that way in the first place. Can't expect a woman to have a killer body after two kids and good eating. You have to draw the line somewhere and accept things as they are. Besides, a little meat on a woman is nice to feel and cuddle up with at night.

I tried to think of how to ask her about what she was doing today without getting her suspicious. I wanted to leave her no chance of ducking out of it with a lie. 

"So, how was your day, hon?" I asked before stuffing a rubber ball in my mouth.

She turned slightly to me and gave me, "Went shopping and talked to my mom for awhile, nothing interesting." 

" Pick up anything interesting at the store?" I added for a nudge to what I wanted to hear.

"Nah, just the usual stuff. Wasn't anything on special to look at." 

'Nothing special to look at, huh', I thought, getting closer to where I wanted her to go.

"Didn't see anything that caught your attention?" I nudged more.

"Not really. Did see some nice meat, but it was too expensive." I got as a reply, without even turning towards me.

"I wouldn't mind some nice steaks once in a while. You do get a good amount of money to get some, on sale or not." I sounded off, not sounding too upset, but letting her know I wasn't happy with the crap I was getting. "Mind grabbing me a beer out of the fridge?" I asked nicely.

"Can't you get it? My hands are wet." Her tone sounding more like, 'Fuck you, you lazy shit. Get it yourself'.

"Aw, c'mon. You're standing right beside the the thing." I shot back, sounding more like, 'Move your lazy ass a foot and open the fucking door and get me one'. 

She huffed and opened it and took one out. Instead of walking two steps more to the table, she tossed it at me. She turned back to the sink and I felt like throwing it at the back of her head. She knows full well the thing will spray when I open it. That gave me the idea and I aimed it towards her and opened it. The spray soaked the back of her top and her shorts and that got her attention.

"Oops." was all I said.

"You can be such a fucking child, you know that. Thirty eight and you act like a kid sometimes. Grow up!" Mel glared at me as she said it.

I shrugged my shoulders, giving her a, 'Yeah, so what' attitude, and continued eating.

She huffed and stormed out of the kitchen and went upstairs to change. I laughed to myself after she left and downed my beer. I got up and got another one. I couldn't finish the string and rubber shit and threw the rest in the trash. I went to the den and turned on the baseball game and relaxed. I couldn't quite get into it, of course, because I was still wondering about today.

Mel never came back down and by 11, I was tired and needed to get some sleep.

I went to our room and the door was locked. I knocked and didn't get an answer. I knocked louder and still nothing.

"Mel, open the door." I wasn't yelling, but I sounded upset.

"Fuck you, you want to act like a kid, sleep in the kid's room." Was what I got back.

I knew the kids were away with the scouts camping, so I said 'fuck it' and kicked the door in.

Mel was lying in bed naked and reading her romance novel. I think those things are retarded, but don't tell women that. She looked stunned at what I had done and I looked pissed.

"This is my fucking house. No one tells me to sleep anywhere, but my own bed. I work my fucking ass off all day, so you don't have to work. You do fuck all except clean and shop and shit. And don't give me your fucking sob story of how hard it is to do all this housework. I come home and expect a decent meal for a man and get the crap you serve me. I told you a million times I hate my food cooked in a nuke and you still do it. I asked for a beer you lazy bitch and you toss it to me? You're lucky you don't have a dent in that thick head of yours, because I felt like throwing it back at you. What? you're going to start crying because I'm hurting your sorry, little feelings? Fuck you, you grow up. You haven't done anything but finish highschool and get knocked up. You get everything you ask for because I work my fucking ass off to get you it. And now you want me to sleep on my kid's bed? You're lucky I don't throw your sorry ass outside and make you sleep out there." I was,.. I know there's word for it, hang on, oh yeah, livid, that's it. I was fucking livid. My face must have been beet red from yelling and feeling so pissed off. Mel was crying her eyes out and ran out of the room.

Guys, why is it, that even when you're pissed off at your woman and she's naked and running out of the room, titties bouncing away and her ass doing the same, you feel like grabbing her and fucking the shit out of her. I saw her go and almost ran after her.

Now, I know I'm going to hear some flack from the women who want to justify their job as homemaker and tell me how hard it is, but guess what? Fuck you too. Go out and bust your ass 10-12, hell, 16 hours a day, day after day and then come back and talk to me. Till then, shut the fuck up. Soap opera watching, magazine reading bullshit isn't work.

Mel locked herself in the bathroom and as far as I was concerned, she could sleep in the tub. I got undressed and climbed into bed and shut the lights off. I could hear her in there crying like a little girl and thought, 'Good, stay there and think about it. Maybe you'll get some sense and treat me right'. 

I was almost asleep, when I felt the bed move slightly and the covers shift. I didn't acknowledge her and she didn't say anything. Fine with me.

I got up early as usual and had a quick shower before I headed to the job site. I stopped and grabbed a coffee and a breakfast bagel sandwich, that at least tasted like real food. I started on the roof and hoped I would be finished by today, so I could help Matt with the mudding and taping. Matt showed up and good kid that he is, had brought some real food from home. My sister is a great cook and knows how to feed a man properly. I sat with Matt and ate the western omelette sandwich and the homefries she made for us.

After feeling well fed, we got to work and put in a good morning. Matt helped me finish the roof and we knocked off for lunch. He wanted to sit and listen to tunes and chill, so I left him there and went for a drive. Yeah, right back to where I saw Mel yesterday. Guess what? My fucking car was in the driveway again. I almost lost it and wanted to go up and kick the door in and see if I caught them doing something. I thought better of it and took note of the time and left. This time it wasn't a coincidence, she was doing something and it wasn't fucking Avon.

I went back to work with Matt and we finished doing the drywall. All we had left was the second coat of mud and sand, then prime and paint. By the end of the week all the trim and caulking would be done and we could rest up before the next job.

The job went smoothly and we were finished on Thursday. I gave Matt an extra long weekend and I did the same. I didn't tell Mel I was taking the day off, and left the house as usual. I sat at the end of the street and waited to see her leave. Sure enough, at around 10, she came out looking as sexy as I'd ever seen her and wondered what the neighbours must be thinking if they seen her like that. I let her turn the corner and followed way behind. I wasn't worried about losing her, because I knew where she was going. She pulled in the driveway and walked up to the door. I thought she would knock, but she walked right in like she lived there. The curtains were closed, so I couldn't see in. I parked down the street and walked back up. I snuck into the back yard and went around the back and listened for voices. I could hear some from the far bedroom window and crept under it. It was too high to just look in, so I looked for something to stand on. I saw a work bench beside the shed and brought it over. I slowly stood on it and poked my head up enough to look in. They were just coming into the room and I ducked quickly, so they wouldn't see me.

I waited for ten minutes I guess, seemed like that, and looked in again. I saw them lying on the bed and Mel was lying on top of him, kissing him really strong and passionately. His hands were on her ass, squeezing them and pulling her hips against his crotch. I ducked down and felt like beating the shit out of them both right then and there, but I wanted more than just kissing. I inched up and looked back in. Mel was straddling his hips and was taking off her top. She was looking at him with real lust, from what I could see. The guy was holding her hips and then Mel undid her bra and threw it on the floor. His hands were on her tits, like flies on shit. He was feeling them and playing with her nipples and Mel was giggling and holding his hands to her. Now, I had enough to confront her. I watched as Mel stood on the bed and took off her shorts. The slut didn't have any panties on. She wiggled her ass as she pulled them down and she stood above him naked. She was feeling herself up, squeezing her tits and running her hands up and down her thighs and then she pushed her hips forward and spread her legs. The fucking bitch spread her cunt open for him. She held it open and this guy sits up and plants his mouth over it. Mel was throwing her head back and bucking her hips into him. Then he stuck two fingers inside her and finger fucked her while he ate her out. 

I dropped down and sat there wondering what I should do at this point. Kick the shit out of both of them? Divorce my cheating slut of a wife? Just leave and do nothing? None of them seemed to make me feel justified. They deserved more. I looked in again and Mel was riding his cock, cowgirl. I could see her grinding against him and he was playing with her tits. I saw Mel put her hand in her crotch and she was playing with her clit. I don't know why I wanted to watch this, but I had to see where it went. 

Mel started to moan loud enough I could hear it outside the window and she started to cum. Her head was rocking back and forth and her hips were bouncing off the guy. I thought they were done and then she did something with him she never let me try. The bitch got on all fours and the guy started to fuck her ass. He just stuffed it in like it was nothing and pounded her ass for all he was worth. I watched him as he grabbed her hips and Mel was pushing back against him. He started to make all those fucked up faces guys make when we're going to cum and he pulled out and Mell turned around quick and started sucking his cock. I could see her swallowing his cum and she licked her own shit stains off it as well. I was totally fucked up by now. Mel never let me do anything like that and certainly never would have thought she would suck my cock after I had it up her ass. 

I dropped down and crept out of the yard, feeling about as stunned as if I was hit on the head with a hammer. I sat in my truck and tried to think of how long she might have been doing this and mostly, why. I had treated her nice. I took her out often. I did and tried anything sexually with her that she wanted to. Why the fuck does she have to be fucking around with this guy? This guy. I had to know who he was. I got my cell and called my sister. She works for the DMV and if anyone can track down a number and find out their name, she can. It took her less than five minutes and she called me back.

"Hi PJ, the number of the plate you gave me belongs to Steven Jacob Henderson at 867 Kensington Ave. If you want, I can find out where he works and anything else you need to know. Just let me know. How bad did you hit his car?"

"Not bad, but I'd hate it if someone dinged my car and left without a note." I lied to her. I figured she wouldn't be suspicious about me wanting to pay for a fender ding in a parking lot.

"You're a decent guy PJ. Always thought of you as a classy guy. Glad to see you're doing the right thing. Anyway, if you need more, call me." 

We said goodbye and I looked at the info. I had the right guy, his address matched. I drove home and thought about what I wanted to do.

I went over what they did a thousand times and each time I got more pissed than the last. I tried to think of how to pay her back and came up with the one that made me feel good. I called my buddy from the Saturday bowling league I'm on and talked to him.

"Jeff, How's it going? Great. Listen, I have something you and some of the other single guys might like to try. How would you like to have a night of sex that would blow your mind? No, really, I'm not shitting you. I know this woman who loves to suck cock and get fucked up the ass even. She'll do everyone as many times as you want. You guys bring your own condoms and that's it. How do I know her? Let's just say I get around and things just happen to come my way. No, I won't fuck her, but you guys can do all you want. I'm married, remember, that's why. When? Saturday, my place. The house is empty. Mel is going to her mother's and the kids are still at scouts. Yeah, bring beer, it's a party. We'll rock it out like old times. No problem buddy, any time. Talk soon." I hung up and felt vindication was mine.

I sat in the den enjoying a beer and watched the afternoon game. This time I enjoyed watching it.

Mel came home and was surprised to see me there.

"How come your home early?" were her first words. Nothing like, 'What a surprise. it's nice to have you home. Feel like having some fun?'

"We finished the job and took the rest of the day off. Where have you been?" I said back to her, but I felt like saying, ' Have nice day sucking shit off your boyfriend's cock after it was up your ass?'

"I'm going to start dinner, so I don't want to hear complaints about nuked food. I'm going up now to have a shower and change." Mel said to me, I guess hoping to get the smell of sex off her.

I waved my hand at her without looking at her, and continued to drink my beer and watch the game.

We never spoke at all the rest of the night and all the next day. I had a feeling she was pissed it was the weekend and couldn't see Stevie-boy. I ignored her all day and let her do her own thing, while I went bowling in the afternoon. Jeff was anxious to know who the woman was and I said she could be Mel's twin. I knew the guys thought Mel was a hottie, but they would never try anything on her. I'd kick their collective asses to the door if they did and they knew it. The idea that the mystery woman looked like her had him and the others about as excited as five single guys could get.

Now, you have to remember, single guys that bowl aren't your Stevie-boy types. No way. They weren't bottom of the barrel low-lifes either, but closer to the latter than the former. Harold had a few teeth missing from a barfight a long time ago and never got them fixed. Decent guy, but not very pretty to look at. Gary had to be the biggest perv going and talked non-stop about things he wished he could do with a woman. If you saw his paunch belly and his buck teeth, you'd know why they were fantasies. Kenny was short and getting fat. He was only 5'4" and had a 38" waist, so if you picture Danny deVito on a bad day, you have a good idea of what he looks like. Johnny was easier on the eyes, but seemed to have the worst breath anyone could have. It didn't matter if he gargled with mouth wash all day and chewed gum in between, his breath could knock a buzzard off a shitwagon from 50 feet. And then there was Jeff. He had been my closest friend through high school and ever since. He was the one who got me started bowling and I admit he was fun to have around. He was always a bit of the class clown and acted like a fool, just to get attention. He had several girlfriends since I met him, but none had found him the type to settle down with and marry. I felt sorry for him that they couldn't get past his craziness, because he was a sweetheart of a guy deep down.




Payback's a Bitch



We had a great afternoon of bowling and little Kenny almost bowled a perfect game. Missed it by two strikes. I left them after I told them what time to come over and drove back to my vengence. I kept playing the bible verse in my head over and over, 'Vengence is mine, sayeth the Lord'. I felt like the Lord at that point and pulled into the drive. I went in and found Mel sitting in the living room talking on the phone and when she saw me, she quickly said bye and hung up.

"Who was that you were talking to?" I had to ask, even though I knew it was him.

"It was Marlene. She called to ask what time the kids would be back from camp so she could be there on time."

"Oh, okay. Isn't she the one who organized this?" I questioned her, knowing full well she had. Marlene was another hombody who had her hands in everything. She had given us the times of drop off and pick up and knew I Mel had slipped up.

"Yeah she did, but she lost her sheet and wasn't sure." A fucking lie if I ever heard one. The look in her eyes said it all. One thing Mel couldn't do was hide herself emotionally. Never make a poker player, that's for sure. She had more tells than William.

I let her have her lie and went up to the bedroom to get things ready for her. I found her sleeping mask that hid most of the upper part of her face, and took that out. I took a bunch of my ties that I had got for presents for Father's day and birthdays. I hated them and never wore them. At least now they had a purpose, instead of taking up space. I hid it all under the bed and then checked her night table. I opened the drawer and found her toys. I looked at them and remembered all the fun we had trying them out. It brought back some good memories and then the one came back that blew them away. I saw she had lots of lube left and closed the drawer. 

It was still more than three hours before the guys came over, so I went down to the den and watched a movie. I liked it. It was about a guy who finds out his wife hadn't died in a car crash after all, but left him to run off with another guy. The guy was so heartbroken about it, until he found out she was living under a new name on the other side of the country. He tracked her down and shot the bitch. The guy she was with got the shit kicked out of him, but didn't die because he could have been charged with murder. Something about double jeopardy and he got the insurance money after all. Great movie I thought, too bad my stunned wonder wasn't bright enough to think of it. I'd love to shoot her and spend the money. Kids would miss her, but six figures would help them to forget her quick. 

The movie ended and I went back into the kitchen. I could hear her talking again, but quieter. I crept closer to the living room and listened. The fucking nerve of her. She was talking to him again. I heard her telling him how she loved how he fucked her ass and sucking his cock afterwards. That'll happen for her tonight, I'll make sure. I heard her say she missed him and wished she could sneak out and see him. That wouldn't happen. He must have said he was staying in tonight and she said it was a drag she couldn't be with him and hoped he would be thinking of her. He probably would be. I heard her say she loved him and then I snuck away and sat in the den after quietly getting another beer. 

I sat thinking of how I'd get her up stairs and tie her up for the guys to have fun with her. I also thought of what to do with her afterwards. Divorce was first and foremost my major priority, followed by custody of the boys. I'd let her see them, but she'd never get to be the mom she wanted to be. And certainly if she saw Stevie-boy after, I'd make sure he never got to have anything to do with them. I didn't want that scum bag anywhere near them. I thought about him for a while and wondered what to do with him. A light went on and an idea started happening. He ruined my life, it was fair play to ruin his. I came up with all kinds of nasty things to do to him. First his car was getting demo'd. I needed a way of doing it so the insurance won't pay out for the damage. Johnny is a mechanic and he can help me out. I wanted his house done so he couldn't live in it for awhile, a long while. Kenny works at the gas company and knew he could help me out with something devious. But I wanted to get the bastard personally. I couldn't think of anything until I thought of Jeff. Now there's a guy that you don't want to fuck with. One thing Jeff is good at is hunting and gutting his kills. I've seen him eviserate a deer and skin it ready for butchering in less than a hour. I wonder how Steve is going to enjoy an empty sac attached to his cock. Next time he wants to fuck around with someone's wife, he'll have to explain his lack of balls. Eunich, I believe they call them. Maybe if he could sing, he could be a castrata and sing like a girl. Yeah, that sounded just about right.

I was going to call out to her, when I heard her say she was going up to take a shower and lie in bed and read. Perfect. 

"Okay, I'm going to watch the TV for a while longer." I lied. 

I waited until I heard the shower start and then went to the kids room. I wanted to catch her naked and make it easier to tie her up. I heard the water stop, then the usual dry off and then the door opened and I seen her walk to the bedroom with just a towel around her body. Couldn't be better.

I stuck my head out just enough to see into our room. I watched her brushing out her hair and then she looked out. I ducked in before she saw me and she closed the door. I knew it couldn't lock, because I broke it when I kicked it in. I crept up quietly and listened to hear what she was doing. I didn't hear any talking, so she wasn't calling him. I stood listening for a while longer and then I heard a drawer open. I heard her rummaging around and then it was quiet. I was going to leave and then the distinct sound of buzzing started. Fucking bitch was using her vibrator. I didn't need a news flash to know she was using it thinking of him. I could hear her moaning quietly and knew she was pretty horny to be doing it so soon. I wondered how often she used that during the day when I was working and the kids were in school? I was beginning to think she was just sex starved and bored. How much sex did this woman want? I did it with her three times a week and never had a complaint she wanted more, so why this urge to have it more? Well, if she was that starved for sexual attention, she was going to have her fill tonight. I snuck downstairs and went to the basement. I got some duct tape and came back up. I crept back up to the room and listened. She was into it big time. I could hear the difference in pitch of the vibrator as it must have been going in and out. I burst through the door and surprised the shit out of her. She had the thing buried deep inside her pussy and was rubbing her clit. She didn't get to cum and she wouldn't, until the guys were with her. She had this stunned look of disbelief on her face, that she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

"Didn't feel like having fun with me I see. That's okay, we'll have lots of fun now." I said to her as I climbed on top of her. I pinned her down with my weight and reached under the bed and found the ties. I grabbed them and took one of them. I took one hand and tied it around her wrist and then put my knee back on it. I tied it to the headboard and then took another one. She looked at me in shock and wonder as to what I was doing. I was smiling happily and tied her other hand to the headboard. She must have been thinking we were going to be getting into some kinky sex and let me tie her legs as well. The funny thing about it was, that during all of this, the vibrator was still buzzing away in her. I pulled it out and wiped it off in her clean hair. This ticked her off.

"What do you think your doing?" Was all she asked.

"Nothing. Just thought I'd have some fun." I told her while I was reaching under for the sleep mask.

I put it on her and then took some tape and ripped it off the roll. I waited until her mouth was closed and then taped it shut. Now she started to get worried and struggled.

"Now, you skanky bitch, I want you to listen to what I have to tell you. I know all about you and Steven Jacob Henderson. Oh yes, I know his name and everything else about him. I happened to see the car parked in his driveway on Monday and wondered why it was there. I don't know how long you've been fucking this guy, but I know you have. I saw you." I saw her stiffen at this statement. "Oh yeah, right through his bedroom window, yesterday. I must say, you're quite the little sex fiend aren't you? I don't want to hear any bullshit, that's why you're mouth is taped. How the fuck could you let him do those things to you and you tell me no way. I saw you fucking him and then he slammed you up the ass. If that wasn't enough, you sucked his cock right after and swallowewd his cum, and then licked his cock clean. since when did you become a shit eater? I couldn't believe what I saw. Oh wait, there's more. I know damn well you were talking to him earlier when I came home and if that wasn't enough, you did it again and told him you loved him. And now you're lying here fucking that cunt of yours with a dildo and thinking of him. So, want to deny any of it?" I confronted her with all the damning evidence and she was crying. "Do you deny it?" I asked her more forcefully. She wouldn't give me an answer, so I convinced her to. I slapped her hard across the face and asked again. This time I got a shake of her head confirming she didn't. 

"So, this is what's going to happen. In about a half hour or so, I have the guys from the bowling team coming over. They think there's a woman who looks just like you and she wants to fuck all of them. Guess what? You're going to. God knows the poor bastards are hard up for a good lay. So they're going to come in here and get naked and fuck you any way they want. You're going to let them take you in every hole you have and then suck their cocks clean again. and you know what? I don't want to hear one fucking complaint or there will be more trouble for you. Got it?" I waited for a nod, but only tears and sobbing through her nose came out. I smacked her face and asked again. "Got it?". I got a nod of agreeance and pulled the tape off her mouth. As soon as it was off, she tried to tell me her garbage lies. I smacked her again and told her to shut her fucking mouth or she would suffer more. I had just hit her three times and realized I had never thought about doing that before. I almost liked the idea of hitting her and wanted to beat the crap out of her, but I didn't want the guys to have damaged goods.I left the room and went to the living room to wait.

It was twenty minutes or so later when I saw headlights pull in the driveway and then doors closing. I walked to the door and opened it to my buddies and let them in. They all looked about as excited as any guy would under the circumstances. They even dressed up, as well as could be expected by them. They came in the den and sat around and looked at me as if I was the director. Jeff spoke to me first.

"Is she coming soon?"

"She's already here. She's up in my room, tied to the bed. She likes that kind of shit. She said she wants to be blindfolded and not see anyone or talk to them. She's a bit on the kinky side, so she likes stuff like deep throating and ass fucking, two cocks in her at one time, and she said she wants to suck each and every one of you and lick your cocks clean, especially after you fuck her ass. I know she's clean, but use condoms just to be safe. You all brought them I hope?" I looked at them and they all smiled and showed me them. each had a strip of six.

"We stopped at the drug store on the way over." Harold told me.

I gave then two thumbs up and then told them I was going to go up and see if she was ready. I went up and she wasn't crying anymore, but looked really scared.

"Smile bitch and act like you enjoy it. If you say anything to them and give this away, I'll really make it bad for you. Now, get it together and they'll be up after a couple of beers." I left her and went down to the guys.

They were into the beers, getting their courage up and I told them to slow down and make sure they didn't drink too much and get limp dick.

"Guys, don't worry. It's a sure thing. No worries about making sure she likes you or anything. You're all getting fucked and sucked like you've never been done before."

"How do you know this broad PJ?" Johnny asked me. I was sure he thought this was too good to be true.

"I have a customer I do lots of work for. His cousin is a bit of a sex fiend, and he was telling me about her. He said she likes a gangbang and getting fucked. I didn't believe him myself, until he called her and I talked to her. She told me straight up that it was true. This chick even does it with girls." I threw in just to spice it up.

This got them all excited and they were anxious to see her for themselves.

"Her name is Beth, and you can tell her to do anything you want to you, but you can't ask her things. She doesn't want to talk to you, it helps with the whole mind control thing or something. I don't know, just don't okay."

They all nodded and agreed and then it was time.

"Ready for the fuck of a lifetime guys? Then let's go." I said as I led the way.

I walked into the room with the guys following me and the look on their faces was priceless. They looked at Mel lying there naked and tied up and I could see the bulges start to grow. Gary being the perv that he is, was bravest and stuck his nose right between Mel's legs and inhaled her pussy odour. 

"That's grade A cunt if I ever smelled one." He said to us. I knew it was probably the first one he smelled in ten years.

Gary wasn't shy about getting started and had his clothes off as fast as if they were on fire. He climbed on top of Mel's chest and held his cock to her mouth.

"Suck my cock baby. I want it nice and hard before I fuck that sweet meat you got down there." He told her and Mel opened her mouth and Gary shoved his semi-erection full in. 

Mel gagged and he backed off a little, but kept it in her mouth. Mel started to suck on it, but I could tell she wasn't enjoying it.

I looked at the guys and they were mesmerized by it. This was more exciting to watch than peelers and porn together.

"Pretty nice eh? I told you she was hot. Who'd like to get a taste of fresh pussy, before it's all fucked out?" I asked them.

Kenny didn't waste a breath and jumped between Mel's legs. He gobbled her up and made all these slobbery sounds. I don't think he knew what he was doing, but an invitation to lick pussy didn't come every day for him.

"Let me have some too, Kenny." Johnny said to him as he climbed up and knelt beside him.

They looked like hungry dogs at a bowl of raw meat. I stood back and watched them go at her and heard the sounds of distress come from her. She'll make more sounds than that when they're finished with her.

For all that I had loved her and wanted to be with her all my life, I felt nothing for her now but contempt. She had a chance to live a life of leisure and enjoy the fruits of my labour, but she threw it all away to have sex with Stevie-boy instead. I hoped he was worth it all, because this life was done.

Gary was happy with his hard on and climbed off. He unwrapped a condom and slid it on. I was impressed with his size. He was at least 7-8 inches long and wanted to show everyone how much he wanted to fuck her. Kenny and Johnny backed off and watched as Gary positioned his cock in her pussy and then shoved it in. Mel screamed out as she felt it open her forcefully and then she just grunted, as he pumped his hips in and out of her. The guys looked on in awe as they watched Gary fuck her. The reality that they were going to get to do it as well, had them brave enough that they were stripping off their clothes. Kenny and Johnny were kneeling beside Mel's face and sticking their cocks into her mouth. Mel was sucking at both of them in turn and Kenny, for all his lack of height, had a pretty good size to him. He muscled Mel's face away from Johnny and started to thrust it in her mouth. 

I looked at them and smiled, feeling real happy my friends were enjoying themselves. This would be something we'd talk about for years while we bowled and I'm sure I'd get asked if they could do it again. I would have to come up with some excuse that it wouldn't, but the memory would last for the rest of their lives. Mine too.

Kenny was pumping his cock into Mel like a madman and I think he wanted to just blow his load in her. Johnny was stroking his cock to keep it ready for his turn. Harold and Jeff were standing at the side of the bed and watched the guys getting sucked and fucked and stroked themselves.

I looked at them and Mel and then took a seat in the small chair we have in the corner. I drank my beer and watched it all going on and it felt like a porno movie, except better.

Gary was getting ready to cum and he was howling like a monkey. I had to laugh and watched as he shook and plunged as deep inside her as he could. He finished and pulled out, then stood with a big grin on his face and a condom full of cum. I grabbed the wastebasket and he stripped it off and threw it in. I looked at it and hoped it would be full of used condoms by the time they were finished.

Harold didn't waste anytime getting his condom on and took his turn between Mel's legs.

"Hey PJ, can we untie her legs?" He asked me, and I figured it was okay, because he wasn't that well endowed and needed a better position to get into her. 

I got up and untied both ties and Harold picked Mel's legs up and opened them. He was about 4-5" long, but really thick. He didn't seem to have a problem finding his mark and stuck it right in her. There was no graceful stroking to him, just hammered it in and went to town. Kenny seemed delighted in how Mel sucked him and he jammed his cock into her mouth and grunted. No offence to him, but he looked like a small gorilla just shooting his cum into her mouth. 

"Lick my cum off baby. I want it nice and clean when it's my turn to fuck that pussy." He said after he came.

Johnny wasted no time in getting his cock into Mel's mouth after Kenny jumped down off the bed. Jeff still stood there transfixed, watching all the sex action going on.

"Hey Jeff, what do you want to try first?" I asked him.

"I'm going to be the first to fuck her ass. Remember Cindy Gillespie? She used to let me fuck her ass all the time. Damn I love that feeling. They're so tight and smooth." He told me while he watched.

"Guys, Jeff has dibs on Beth's ass first okay?" I told them, making sure they didn't go out of turn.

I could hear a moan of dismal acknowledgement from Mel, knowing her ass was next on the chopping block.

Kenny looked so excited about getting his rocks off for the first time in ages. He was standing there bouncing on is feet like a little boy and I had to laugh.

"Great stuff huh, Kenny?" I said to him and he turned to me.

"Aww PJ, this is the best!" He replied still excited.

Johnny was enjoying the way Mel sucked his cock. He had his eyes closed and seemed to be concentrating on what she was doing.

Harold was just going like gangbusters and was slamming into Mel just as fast as his hips would go. I could hear the sloppy wetness coming from Mel's pussy and knew she was horny, even though this wan't what she wanted to do. I guess a fuck is a fuck at this point to her and she was reluctantly accepting this.

Harold started to grunt and groan and then a high pitched whining started. He had a firm hold of Mel's thighs and jammed it in as far as he could. He must have shot a good wad into his condom and then let her legs drop when he finished.




Payback's a Bitch



He pulled out and climbed off her. "Next." was all he said as he came over to the wastebasket and peeled his condom off. It looked like it had twice as much as Gary's did. Must have had that stored up for quite a while. I patted him on the back and felt the sweat on him.

"Good job Harold. Nice style. What do you think of Beth's cunt?" I asked him.

"She's superb. I love it. I can't wait to do it again." He told me with excited eyes and panting like a race horse.

"No problem, she'll be here to do it as many times as you want." I assured him.

Johnny pulled Mel's face onto his cock and stuffed it all the way down. Mel was gagging, but Johnny just held her there until he finished cumming.

"Oh yeah, suck me off you slut. I just wish I could really shoot my cum down your throat." He yelled out as he fired his load.

I sat there watching my buddies just having the time of their lives and felt so happy. I didn't care one way or another if they caused her any pain or shame. Mel deserved anything and everything she got from them.

Jeff was in like a shot after Harold moved and was scooping Mel's juices and rubbing it over his condom. He stuck two fingers into her ass and fucked her with them until he felt she was ready. I thought that was decent of him to get her ready first. He lined up his cock with her asshole and slowly pushed it in. I saw the look on his face and it was pure ecstasy. He was in heaven at this point and he made me the happiest of all. I really wanted him to find a good woman and have a relationship with her. Whether he did or didn't, I knew this was going to tide him over till he did.

He stroked her long and slow, like he was feeling every millimeter of himself get wrapped in smooth asshole.

Johnny jumped off and danced around happily, his cock bouncing wildly as he did. I held the basket to him and he stripped it off and slam-dunked it in and kept dancing about. He seemed to still have a hard on and went to the night table and ripped another condom off the strip. He had it on in no time and was ready to go again.

"Johnny, why don't you roll Beth onto her side and you and Jeff can fuck her at the same time." I told him, knowing Mel would be getting the fuck of her life now.

Jeff waved him on and Johnny joined him. Harold, Kenny, Gary and I watched as they got her in position and Johnny slid in as easy as pie. They held her legs open and started to jam themselves in and out, one after the other. Mel started to cry out, but it was more from getting turned on than pain. I didn't care if she got off or not, as long as the guys did. They fucked her like crazy once they got their rythym and Mel's pussy and ass were getting reamed big time. The sounds from her pussy told me she was cumming and her grunts and groans comfirmed it.

"Fuck me. Fuck me you bastards. I'm fucking cumming and it feels so good. FUCK ME!" Mel started screaming out and the guys gave her everything they had. The sound of their bellies slapping off her was hilarious to hear. Mel gave everyone a spectacular show and came, squirting past Johnny's cock and spraying over the bed. That seemed to drive them wild and they just pounded her harder. Mel was screaming through it all and cumming like I've never seen her do before. 

I was a little jealous that I'd never seen her do it with me, but that didn't matter now. I cheered them on and so did the others.

"Fuck her guys, give her everything you got. Go Johnny, Go Jeffy, Go Johnny, Go Jeffy." We all chanted.

I could see that they were both getting ready to cum and Jeff must have been turned on more being up her ass. He threw his head back and jammed into her ass hard and screamed.

"Oh fucking yeah! Sweet Jesus what a great ass. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. That's it baby."

We cheered him for his triumph and Johnny wasn't to be outdone either.

"C'mon baby, work that pussy for me. Fuck Johnny's big cock. Like the way it feels inside that juicy cunt of yours? C'mon do me, that's it, do me." Johnny grunted to her.

He must have loved the feeling of Jeff's cock rubbing against his and giving him more tightness inside Mel. I was sure she was getting big and sloppy by now and he was fucking her like a rabbit. He stopped in mid-stroke and grinned like a kid and sang out as he came again.

"Wheee, baby that's it, Fuck Johnny's cock, fuck it good."

Mel complied with him and was pushing herself against him and fucking herself. Johnny came and was so delighted to feel like a stud for hire. He pulled out and danced around again like Rocky, his cock bouncing around and flicking drops of her cum everywhere. We applauded him and Jeff for a great show, but Jeff wasn't finished. He pulled out and was still hard. He moved up and got Mel to open her mouth and stuck his cock in her mouth. I expected Mel to gag when she tasted her shit, but I remembered she enjoyed her own foul taste. Mel sucked his cock in and sucked at him with obvious enjoyment. Jeff started to shudder and grabbed her head and impaled it on his cock. He came hard and grunted his enjoyment.

"Oh baby, yeah. That's the best there is. Suck me dry you fucking whore."

I loved that they were calling her names and treating her like the low-life piece of shit she was. I was getting my just rewards watching her get subjected to their treatment of her. Jeff blew his load and for good measure, tapped his cock on her nose when he pulled out.

"That's a good girl. I'll be back for more of that action. You're one good ass fucking bitch."

I looked at Mel's gaping and dripping holes and knew she was big enough you could fuck her with a bat and she wouldn't mind.

"How about a round of beers and we take a rest and then you guys can fuck her again." I told them. 

A round of cheers went up and Kenny took off to fetch the beers. I watched him waddling as he went and he looked so funny, I had to laugh. Gary and Harold saw him too and they howled in laughter. Jeff came up to me and wanted to hug me, but I gracefully declined, not being interested in hugging a naked and sweating man. I shook his hand gladly and he could tell from the look in my eyes I was happy for him.

"Thanks buddy, you're the best friend any guy could have. This is fucking awesome." He told me with what I perceived to be his expression of his love for me. He turned when Kenny came back and I took liberties to be bold and smacked his bare ass.

Kenny passed the beers around and Jeff called for their attention.

"Let's give it up for PJ, the best friend anybody could have." 

They held their beers up and saluted and toasted me. I held mine back and told them they were most welcome.

Gary turned towards Mel and toasted her as well.

"Let's hear it for Beth. The best slut a group of guys could want to fuck. Here's to you bitch!" and we all toasted her. 

Gary poured some beer on her tits and sucked it off of them. This got the others into the mood and they started pouring beer on her stomach and tits and Harold poured some on her pussy and sucked at everything that she offered.

We sat for twenty minutes and the guys talked about what they wanted to try next and Mel did as she was told and kept her mouth shut. She must have known that if I was going to treat her this bad, I'd make things so much worse if she fucked up.

I wondered how much she was enjoying this or if she was just doing it to obey me. I thought about how much she came and I was convinced she was liking the treatment. Maybe she was just a slut after all. She read all those sucky romance novels and read all the magazines that talked about great sex and stuff and figured she was playing with herself and her toys all day. I knew she hadn't been with other guys, because I took her cherry back in high school. I started to feel a bit sorry for her in a way, not a lot mind you, but still sorry. She must have been so frustrated not having the sex she wanted to have and I felt pissed she couldn't tell me what she really wanted. I'm an open-minded kind of guy. Shit, I'd fuck her up the ass and let her suck my dick afterwards. I'd do anything she wanted, all she had to do was ask. It came to me at that point that she must have felt scared about asking, in case I thought she was weird for wanting to do that stuff. I wanted to wait until after the guys left and I was going to get her to spill it all to me.

The guys finished drinking and Kenny had a condom on before the other guys. He jumped up and grabbed Mel's legs and stuffed his cock in her. He looked at her pussy the whole time he stroked her, watching his cock slide in and out. Mel seemed to be okay with his style and was moving with him. Jeff didn't put a condom on and knelt over Mel's face. He pulled her head up and she opened her mouth to accept him. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked him in. He pushed down as she moved up and Kenny kept stroking slow and steady.

Harold, Gary and Johnny stood with me and watched them. I didn't feel weird sitting there with three naked guys stroking their cocks, like I thought I would. I was feeling comfortable in my own manhood that it was okay, not exactly normal, like I wouldn't do this every day, but I was okay with it.

Jeff was getting his cock sucked lovingly, is the best way to describe it, and had his eyes closed. Kenny just watched Mel's pussy wrapping around his cock and was mesmerized by the sight of it. Gary went over and licked his fingers and started to rub Mel's clit. That brought her more attention and she sighed out her enjoyment. They seemed to want to please her and show her they were good lovers, despite not being attractive guys. I guess most guys want to feel like they are, even though women think they're homely. Mel was flowing freely again and I could hear the sounds of wetness coming from her when Kenny stroked in.

Harold and Johnny must have felt left out and walked over and started to play with Mel's tits. They cupped and squeezed them and played with her nipples and Mel sighed ... I know the word.... languidly. I did okay in English class okay. Nothing like a few big words now and then, right?

So there I was, sitting in the chair, watching my buddies going at my wife and enjoying it. I thought it was the best porno I had ever seen, but even better because it was live. They showed her real attention and wanted her to cum for them. I'm sure they were looking forward to seeing her squirt again. I was. I thought that was the neatest thing I'd ever seen her do. She was moving in time with the guys doing their thing and she looked happy to be there. She sucked Jeff with as much enjoyment and passion I'd ever seen her show. Kenny seemed to be getting to the point of no return and stepped it up a little. Jeff was feeling no different either. His eyes were still closed, but his face started to get that grimaced pained look and I knew he was at that stage as well. Gary, the perv, didn't mind Kenny's cock being so close and stuck his head down and started to lick Mel's clit. That started to put Mel into a higher stage of excitement and I could hear her moans coming out around Jeff's cock.

Kenny was first to succumb and squealed again as he shot his load and that started the chain re-action and Jeff started as well. He grunted like an animal and Mel sucked his cum out of him. She kept swallowing as she sucked and I never saw a drop leave her mouth. Harold and Johnny watched their friends cumming and Gary licking like a madman at Mel's clit and Harold turned to me.

"This is fucking amazing PJ. I wish we could do this every week after bowling. I could really get into this. You think Beth would come by and do us?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "It would be nice, but Beth is only in town with her cousin until Sunday."

Harold looked dejected at the thought that this was a one time deal, but he gave a little shrug and went back to playing with Mel's tit.

I thought about how great it would be to see my buddies get laid more often and feel like real men. Nothing makes you feel better than getting laid and your woman laying there saying how great you are. Even if the bitch is lying, it still is a great ego booster. These guys had little or no ego to speak of and the idea that they could have the chance to have one made me think.

Jeff had his cock licked clean by Mel and Kenny fell back on his bent legs. Gary was in like a dog on a bone and licked at Mel. He slid two fingers inside her and fingered her while licking. Mel must have wanted this very thing to be done to her, because no sooner was Gary fingering and licking, when she started crying out.

"Oh yeah, just like that. Finger my pussy right there, oh yeah. Yes, yes, lick my clit just like that too. Oh fuck that's so nice." She crooned to him.

All of us watched as Gary went to work the way Mel told him to and she was thrusting her hips up at him, grunting and groaning, straining at her tied hands and then she arched her back as high as it would go and a high pitched whine came out.

"Oh fucking yes. Oh God, I'm fucking cumming. OOOOOH YEEAAAH!"

Mel's pussy seemed to get bigger and then she squirted her juice out again. Gary fingerfucked her pussy and lapped at the spray like the dog that he was, as Mel thrashed on the bed as she came. That's when I slipped up and made the error.

"Let's hear it for Mel. Is she the biggest slut you ever saw, or what."

Everyone, including Gary, stopped and looked at me and then Mel. They turned back to me in disbelief and waited to see if it was real. I knew it was no use pretending anymore and fessed up.

"Guys, it is Mel. Beth is short for Elizabeth, her middle name." The look of shocked horror came over their faces thinking they had just done this to my wife. I explained it all further.

"Here's the real deal on it. I caught her fucking this guy named Steve who lives not too far from here. I followed her over to his house and saw them through the bedroom window. I was so pissed off that she was cheating on me and wanted to get back at her. I set this all up so she could get treated like the slut she is. I'm sorry guys, I know it wasn't right to involve you guys in this, but I thought about how you guys haven't been laid in so long and talk about it every time we're bowling and just thought it would kill two birds with one stone. Hey, if you want give me a shot in the head for being such an asshole, go right ahead, I probably deserve it, but let's face it, she deserved what she's getting, right?"

I looked at them, pleading with my eyes that they would understand why I did it and agree with me. They all looked back at Mel, lying there recovering from her orgasm and thinking of what they just got to do to her.

Jeff was first to say something and it seemed to make the others feel better.

"Hey, PJ, if she was cheating on you with this guy Steve, she deserves whatever you want to do to her. We're not married guys like you, but if it were me, I would have done something just as bad to her. I don't know, I might even have thought of punching her lights out or even kill her. So, I don't know about you guys, but it's okay with me what you've done. Hell, I got to admit it man, your wife's one hell of a good cocksucker and that ass of hers is priceless. I'd fuck that everyday of the week, twice on Sundays."

I heard comments from the others and saw them nodding in consent. I felt relieved I hadn't ruined my friendship with them. Gary asked me something next that I wasn't sure of.

"So what are you going to do now? You going to dump her sorry ass and divorce her?" 

"I was thinking of doing just that, Gary. The only thing that bothers me are the boys. It would really hurt them to think of their mother being such a slut and cause more problems for them than she's worth, but I just don't know."

Mel broke her promise to keep quiet and said something that really fucked our heads up.

"I'm so sorry PJ. I know it was wrong of me to cheat on you. I know I've hurt you terribly and you have every right to feel the way you do and done what you did. I don't love Steve, I only said it because he made me feel so good when we were fucking. I admit to all of you that I loved what he did to me and I'm loving what you're doing to me now. PJ, I don't want you to think you're not good in bed, because you are. I always love what we do together. I just wanted more and I felt scared about asking you to do those things to me, in case you thought I was a sicko or something. I hate the thought of leaving you and the kids and I know if you decide to get rid of me, I'll go. I won't argue with you about anything, but I just wanted to have sex like I dreamed of doing. Steve met me at the grocery store and he came on to me and at first I didn't want anything to do with him. I saw him the next week and he seemed to know how to get me to admit what I wanted to try and I thought it would be okay if I kept it quiet. It was wrong, I know it, I'm hating myself right now for ever doing anything with him, but please understand, it was only because I wanted the sex, just the sex. I don't think I could ever ask you to forgive me, I know that's just out of the question, but I'm begging you with all my heart not to leave me. Please, please, don't leave me."

We all heard her words and stared at each other in shock. The truth was out and I was dumbfounded to say anything. I looked at her lying on the bed with her hands tied to the headboard and her body naked to everyone and her pussy was still oozing out juice. She looked sexy and disgusting in the same view. I tried to think of what to say to her, but my feelings about it were too fucked up right then to give them and her an answer.

I walked out of the room and left them all naked and standing around and went to my den. I sat in my chair and thought about all the years we'd been together and the things we'd done. I thought of our kids and my family, as well as hers and how it would hurt them all. I thought of what she'd done and what I'd seen her do with Steve and then what I let the guys do to her. I thought of what she'd just said about her desire for sex and what she liked. It was confusing me more and more as I put everything together. 

I sat there with my head in my hands, when Jeff came in.

"Buddy, I know you must be freaking out by all of this, and I would be too. I just want you to know that we don't hold this against you in any way at all. Mel was wrong, dead wrong, but she does love you. She just told us all again after you left how much she does. I know you don't believe her, but she does, I really believe she does and so do the other guys. It's hard to think of your wife doing that shit to you and not wanting to do something to get her back, but I'd really hate to see you guys split up and what it'd do to everyone, even us. Just think a little more about doing something else instead of leaving her, okay."

I looked at Jeff in astonishment at how mature he sounded. For a guy who's always sounded like a clown to people, he made some sense to me. I really didn't want to leave Mel, because deep down I still had strong feelings for her. I didn't want the kids to be hurt by this, as well as our families.

"Thanks Jeff. You really are a great guy. I'm glad it was you who came down and no one else. I really don't want to leave Mel, but what am I supposed to do with her? Oh, and by the way, could you sit down on the chair, so your dick isn't in my face." I started to laugh after I said it and so did Jeff.

He sat down and we laughed some more and it made me feel better. I went and got us a couple of beers and we talked about it together. He said something that seemed to make sense, I just had to come to terms with it and see if I could do it or not.

"PJ, the facts are like this. You love Mel, you always have. You don't want to hurt the kids or both your families, right. You really feel like kicking this guy Steve's ass to the moon and back and that I agree with. If it was me, I can think of lots of things I'd do to him. But Mel was just scared of telling you about her sex thing and didn't want you to leave her because of it. So here's what I'm thinking and tell me I'm fucked up for saying it, but here goes. Stay with Mel, make her pay for what she's done by treating you extra special or something like that. If you want to, let us help you and we'll take care of this Steve guy with you, he deserves to get fucked up for this. As for Mel's sex thing, and this is where it gets strange, why don't you let me and the guys come over once a month and we can do her like we did tonight. It's quiet and safe. We won't say anything to anybody, swear on my life we won't, and you can get to do stuff with Mel that you wanted to and everyone's cool. You stay together, the kids are okay, your families are okay and the guys are okay. It's one of those win-win things. Sit here for a bit and think about it and I'm going to join the guys upstairs. Uh, by the way, can we still keep having fun with her while you're thinking?"




Payback's a Bitch



I looked at Jeff with amazement at how he seemed to put everything in perspective for me. I had listened to him explain it in a way that made perfect sense, I just had to come to terms with it and see if I could do it. I looked at him, with his pecker hanging there, looking at me with hope in his eyes that he and the others could have another round of wild, kinky sex at least once more tonight. It didn't take much to think that he and the others still deserved to have their way with Mel and said, "Sure, you guys have a good time. I'll be up in a minute after I think about what you said."

"Thanks PJ, You are one hell of a great guy. see you up there soon." And he quickly went up to tell the guys the party was still on.

I sat there thinking about what Jeff had said and damn, it did make sense. I mean, I got to keep my wife and family together. My family and mys wouldn't be shamed by her. I would be getting great sex and whatever I came up with and Jeff would make sure the guys helped me get even with Stevie-boy. It was a win-win thing. But could I stand to watch her have sex with my buddies once a month? Fucking eh I could. They were up there right now throwing it to her any way they could. They wore their condoms and they seemed to really want to please her. Mel certainly wouldn't object. She wanted this in the first place. Yeah, Let's party!

I ran up the stairs and went in the room. The guys were at her in every hole. Only Jeff was standing there watching and looked at me when I came in. I gave him two thumbs up and smiled. For some reason, I didn't mind it when he came up and hugged me. I felt his naked body pressed to me and I put it aside and hugged him back. 

"Thanks buddy. I feel good about this. It's a good idea and I think it'll work."

We patted each other's back and then I stripped off my clothes. I waited until they all had a chance to cum before I stopped the proceedings.

"Guys, I have something to tell you and you too Mel."

I took off her sleep mask and untied her hands. She sat up and looked at me naked and seemed to be wondering what I was going to do.

"Here's the deal. Jeff came up with an idea that sounds great and I think you'll all agree. Mel, you seem to be really sorry for fucking up things the way that you have, and I believe you. I'm trying to understand your need to have all this wild sex and come to terms with it and I think this will help. Guys, I can see you're all getting off having the best time of your lives fucking her and she doesn't mind it either, that you're doing her. I can live with that and if Mel is okay with it, I'm thinking we all get together once a month after bowling and let Mel and you guys go at it. You always have to wear condoms, 'cause as much as I like you guys, I don't want a little any of you running around, okay. Now Jeff has said he's willing to help me get Steve back for this. Let's face it, if he didn't stick his dick in where it didn't belong, none of this would've happened in the first place. So, are you willing to help me get him back for it? Mel, you too."

Jeff put his hand up and all the others did as well, including Mel. I looked at them all and smiled.

"Thanks guys, Mel. I think this'll be great if we keep it together and just have a great time.You okay with this idea?" I said looking at her with hope.

"Oh PJ, I love you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'll do whatever you ask me to and I won't say no to anything. I'll be the best wife I can be and do my best to make you happy with me again."

I held my arms open to her and she ran into them. I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead as she buried her face into my chest. I loved the feel of her body pressed to mine. always have and always will. Just felt right to me.

"You're not out of the woods yet baby. You're going to be doing one shitload of making up for what you've done, and we'll talk about that later. Right now, I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock like you've never done before and then I want some of that ass and pussy, before the guys stretch you so big, I'll need a 2X4 strapped to my ass, so I don't fall in." I laughed my way through the last part and Mel smiled at me, knowing I was joking. 

The guys stood back and watched as Mel got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth and hand and started to suck me with all the love and passion she had. The guys sent up a cheer and I raised my hand and shook it in victory.

"Go Mel, go Mel, go Mel." The guys started chanting as she got me hard and sucked me in all the way. 

The guys could see I was really enjoying it and then it was my turn.

"Go PJ, go PJ, go PJ." they shouted as I grabbed her head and stuffed my cock down her throat. 

Mel took it all in and worked it with her throat and lips. I was getting the best blow job I ever had and it was all because she slept with a low life bastard.

I felt my balls contracting into me and I blew.my load straight down her pipe and into her gut. I didn't even feel my cock deflate I was so horny. I picked her up and pushed her onto the bed and put her legs over my shoulders. I had no trouble finding the wet spot and slid my cock into her all the way. i started to fuck her hard and then looked at the guys smiling at me. I motioned to them to join in and so did Mel. She took Harold and Johnny in her hands and Gary was right in front of me with his cock in her mouth. Jeff stood beside me and whispered in my ear.

"When you're ready, I'll wait until you take her in the ass and then I want some of her pussy."

I gave him a high five and winked.

I merrily fucked away at Mel and watched the guys all getting hard ons and loving what Mel did to them. I did my best not to cum, as I wanted to blow my load right up her ass. This was going to be a first for me. I had a twinge of regret that I wasn't the one to take her cherry there, but hey, can't have everything you want, right.

Kenny was standing on the other side and he looked a little left out. 

"Kenny, get up here and see what you can do to this pussy and make it cum for me. C'mon buddy, show her what you got." I told him as I backed out and offered him my place. Kenny was sliding a condom on as fast as lightning and knelt between Mel's legs. He slid it in and was instantly transfixed with looking at his cock going in and out.

Gary was thrilled that Mel could take him all in and he was humping her face like crazy. Mel was making loud, slurpy noises and then they stopped. She was wrapping her lips around Gary's cock and sucking him in. Gary made a noise that sounded like a horse whinny and everyone laughed as he came into Mel's mouth. Again I was impressed as she sucked everything out and didn't waste a drop. Johnny and Harold were enjoying their handjobs and when Gary plopped out of Mel's mouth and got down, she was turning her head and giving them each a good suck in between hand strokes.

I was actually very impressed with my wife's talents. I know a lot of you are saying all kinds of shit about guys watching their wife sucking and fucking other guys and shit, but this was wild. I felt no jealousy or anger or anything negative. I felt really good inside and found I enjoyed watching all the people in my life that mattered being happy. Johnny came first and his load blew out right over Mel's face and onto Harold's cock. Mel kept stroking Johnny and opened her mouth wide to catch the rest. When Johnny finished cumming, she sucked all the cum off Harold's cock and worked at him to cum too. He eagerly complied a little while later and Mel made sure it all went into her mouth. She gave it a good suck and a lick and kissed the tip when he was finished. Gary, Johnny, Harold and Jeff stood with me, while we watched Kenny work his cock into Mel. 

He wasn't the biggest guy in the room, but he knew something we didn't. He was stroking her in his own style and Mel was loving it. She grabbed his hips and had him ride her to the finish line. Kenny kept a steady pace and pretty soon, Mel's pussy was getting wetter sounding and then Kenny started to pump her hard and fast. Mel was crying out to him to fuck her and Kenny gave her everything he had. God love the guy, Mel must be the first woman he's had in decades and he was looking like a stud at his best. The sound of his fat, Buddha belly slapping against Mel's was funny, but we kept our laughter quiet and just snickered, as he brought Mel to an orgasm. Kenny was thrilled at pleasing her and his cock erupted inside her. He was panting and sweating like crazy, but he was grinning like a fool. Mel opened her eyes and smiled at him and in a show of appreciation for his hard work, she pulled him to her and gave him and real, nice kiss. I think that, more than anything made Kenny feel the best he's ever felt about himself in his life. I knew for a fact that Kenny hadn't been with a woman since high school and now after twenty some odd years later, he was going to be getting laid with regularity. I felt a compassionate, warm feeling for Mel at that point for doing that. Just that show of affection must have meant more to him than any sex he could have. Kenny sat up and was beaming from ear to ear, looking at her and I could hear him quietly say, "Thanks" to her.

He climbed off and stood beside us and we clapped him on the back and saw him blush bright red.

"Way to go stud." I told him and he looked proud of himself.

This was turning out to be the best thing for all of us, after all.

"Alright Amigo, ready to do it to her?" I asked Jeff.

"You got it. Let's see if we can get her to squirt for you again." He said as we got on the bed.

Mel looked expectantly happy at the thought of two cocks in her again, especially since one was mine. She turned on her side and positioned herself for us, holding her leg up to give us room.

"You first PJ." Jeff told me and I rubbed my cock into her pussy, which was soaking with her cum and got it nice and wet. I moved and brought the head to her asshole and pushed inside her. I was amazed that she was still tight feeling, after the pounding she took earlier. I felt the smoothness of her and the warmth wrapped around me like a velvet glove. I went as deep as I could and looked at Jeff to get into her pussy. He made sure his condom was on tight and then slid into her. I could feel his cock slide along mine and thought it was the weirdest feeling. We took turns going in and out and found our rythym. I looked at the guys standing there watching us and they seemed to be about the happiest bunch you've ever seen.

I was loving the feel of Mel's ass and knew this was going to be something I wanted to enjoy on a regular basis. The sensation was really something else. I loved Mel's pussy, but her ass was golden. I savoured every minute I was inside her, but I was so turned on that I could feel myself ready to cum. I looked at Mel and saw she was in her glory getting the shit fucked out of both holes and I lost beat and just stroked her for all I was worth. I remembered how she liked to suck cock after it was in her ass and pulled out and quickly moved up to her face. She quickly moved so she could suck me and I stuck it into her mouth. I felt her swallowing and licking me with her tongue inside her mouth and that was just the best. She gave me a good suck to empty me and then licked me claen with a sexy, little smile on her face. Everbody talks about having great sex with a real slut of a woman and I felt blessed that my wife was one.

She let me go and I stayed up beside her and watched Jeff give her a good fuck. He was pretty well hung and seemed to fill her well fucked pussy nicely. Mel looked at me and whispered in my ear.

"Get me my vibrator Baby. I want to squirt so bad."

I looked for it and found it on the floor. I ran to the bathroom and washed it off and came back and gave it to her. She turned it on full and touched it to her clit. She moved a little to get Jeff's cock hitting her inside the right way and she was set. 

Jeff kept hitting her right where she wanted and she held the tip of her vibe right on her clit and then she strated to cry out.

"Oh yeah, oh PJ, I'm going to cum Baby. Get ready guys, I'm going to squirt. Yes, yes, yes, OOOhhhh." She cried out and then the gush started .

She squirted so much of her juice out at once, Jeff's cock flew out and she was humping thin air, but still cumming. We all watched with awestruck faces at how powerful it looked. Mel was whining and grimacing like she was in pain, but we knew it was real pleasure she was feeling. When it stopped, she turned off her vibe and lay there panting and moaning. 

"What do you think guys? Is she awesome or what?" I asked them.

All of them started to clap and cheer for her and I joined in. Mel opened her eyes and weakly smiled at us. She motioned for me to come to her and she kissed me lovingly. I stood back up and she called to each one to kiss them. Johnny was a bit nervous about his bad breath, but Mel ignored it and kissed him just as nicely. Gary was the only one to go a little further and took the liberty of giving her a little tongue action. When she was finished, I helped her up and she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up and straightened herself out as well. She came back looking like her regular self, but had a glow to her that said she was as satisfied as she had ever wanted to be. Somehow, I felt happy for her that she no longer had to cheat on me and would be satisfied as much as she needed to be.

We all got dressed, except Mel, I said I wanted her naked, because she looked as sexy as hell like that, and she happily went down stairs with us. We sat in the den and turned on the sports channel and Mel made a large pot of coffee and fixed us sandwiches. She brought it all in on a tray and sat it down for everyone to help themselves. She grabbed a cup and a sandwich for me and sat on my lap and fed me. I put my arms around her waist and hugged her as she served me up big time. 

It was two in the morning when the guys left and Mel gave them all a kiss and a hug goodnight and I just hugged them and thanked them. I asked them to come by later in the day and we would all decide how we would get Steve back. They agreed and said they'd all think of something to do.

Mel and I went back up and stripped the sheets off and made the bed again. I picked up the basket and looked in and did a rough count of empty condoms. Without touching them, I counted 18, maybe more. I put it in the corner and climbed in beside Mel. She cuddled into me real close and kissed me lovingly and hugged me tightly. She was going to say something, but I put my finger to her lips and said it could wait until morning. I kissed her and held her close and we were sleeping in minutes after turning out the lights.

I woke up first and looked at Mel sleeping very soundly and peacefully. She had been fucked by six guys at least three times each and decided any more sex would be too aggravating to wake up to and let her sleep it off. I went to the kitchen and fixed a pot of coffee and started thinking about Steve. The first thought was to beat the bastard to death and all manner of horrid things, but knew I would end up in jail for it. I had to think of a way that he would suffer and not get me or anyone else in too much trouble. Everything I came up with was too violent and left it alone in my head. I heard footsteps going to the bathroom and knew Mel had finally woke up. She came downstairs and found me in the kitchen. I loved that she was still naked and she sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. I hugged her close and said, "Good morning, sleep well?" I knew she had.

"Morning Sweetheart, I feel great. How are you?" I felt her warm breath on my ear as she spoke and it made me shiver.

"Actually, I feel great too. I really do. I didn't know if I would, after I had a chance to think more about Jeff's idea. I have to admit, after last night's fun, I'm okay with you doing it with the guys. How do you feel about it?"

"Last night, when it first happened, I was feeling sick to my stomach with fear and shame. But once they started getting me going, I wanted them to do everything to me. Did you see me squirt?"

"Yeah, When did you find out you could do that?"

"Last night was the first time. I think it was because I was getting fucked in my ass and my pussy at the same time. It felt so strong inside me, like nothing I ever felt before. Oh PJ, I loved feeling you in my ass, I really did. I want to do that with you more, okay."

"No problem there, Baby. Your ass is sweet. I'd love to do it right now, but I guess you're a liittle too sore." 

"Yeah, I am. The guys really gave it to me last night. You know, Kenny is really good at fucking for a little guy. He seemed to know just the right way to do me and get me going."

"I noticed that too. We were watching him and saw how he did it and then saw how you liked it."

"Can you believe Gary? He's something else. That guy just has pervert written all over him. He didn't hurt me, but he sure wanted to do things that were weird."

"Like what?"

"Like when he was licking my clit when Kenny was fucking me. Do you think he might be a bit gay or something?"

"Nah, why do you think that?"

"Just that most guys wouldn't stick their face that close to another guys cock. He didn't seem bothered by it at all."

"Well, maybe he's just like you said he is. He's just a real perv at heart."

"Yeah, I guess so. But the other guys were really nice. I never thought I'd say this, but Jeff is really a great guy. I always thought he was just a goofy kind of guy and never took him seriously before. But when he said he wanted to fuck my ass and did it, he was great. And when he talked to you about everything and came up with the idea, I kinda feel different about him. I feel like he's someone I could get to like as a friend, you know?"

"I always stuck by him Mel. I know he likes to joke around and do crazy stuff, but inside, he's got a heart of gold. That guy would give me the shirt off his back if I asked him to."

"I believe he would. I'm going to have to thank him for helping us out. If it wasn't for him, I'd be out on the street right now, wouldn't I?"

"You know, I'm not sure what I would have done. I was pissed at you. I mean pissed. But after he talked to me and you told us all about the sex thing and I thought about it. I started to understand why you did it. I started to feel sorry for you and that changed my mind. I hated the idea of not being with you and the kids and our families finding out. I figured he had the best solution and I think it'll work, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. And I'm not just saying that so I'll have lots of sex either. I have treated you badly, I admit it. I should be more grateful for all your hard work and let me stay home. I promise from now on you'll have a dinner ready for you every night and it'll never be nuked. You just let me know when you'll be home and I'll make sure it's on the table when you get in. I'll make love to you anytime you want and I'll make sure it's the best you've ever had. I swear."

"Really? Anytime I want? So how about a little head to start my day?"

"You got it, big boy."

Mel slid off my lap and spread my legs. She kissed my legs up to my crotch and took my cock in her hand. She kissed it and licked it and then slowly sucked me in. I could feel myself swelling and getting longer with each stroke. Mel really was a good cocksucker, no doubt about it. I stretched out and let Mel go at me and she worked my cock deep into her throat and back again. That had to be the greatest feeling for a guy, to feel your cock swallowed whole down your woman's throat.

She pulled back, sucking me with her lips and she just kept looking in my eyes the whole time, watching me. It turned me on even more when she did that. I looked at her and saw the love and enjoyment of pleasing me and well, it didn't take much of that and I was ready to blow. I held her head to me and she bobbed up and down and stroked me. I felt the first surge of cum and she did too. She sucked at me and drank me down and finished me off with a good lick and a kiss.




Payback's a Bitch



"You like?"

"Oh baby, you suck cock,like a pro. That was awesome. What a great way to start the day."

"I'll be happy to start every day like that for you."

"Deal. I think that would show you're ready to make up for all of this. I'll think of more stuff, but that's a good start."

"I love you PJ. I'll do everything you want me too. Just ask and I'll do it."

I pulled her up to me and even though she had just swallowed my cum, I kissed her hard. We sat and had coffee and then she made me a great breakfast. She fed me everything and wiped my mouth clean and told me to go have a shower. I kissed her and went up and started the water running. I climbed in the stall and started to wash myself. I felt a rush of cold air and knew Mel had joined me. She lathered me up and washed me thoroughly from head to toe and rinsed me off. I looked at her and then did the same to her. I felt her body relax and enjoy how I touched her. I paid close attention to the juicy bits and made sure they were well cleaned. I rinsed her off and we got out. She dried me off and then herself and wrapped a towel around her body and a smaller one for her hair. We walked hand in hand to the bedroom and I suddenly felt like we were teenagers again and starting out. We got dressed and sat in the den talking, when the doorbell rang and some of the guys were there.

Mel opened the door and Harold, Johnny and Gary came in. Mel greeted them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and asked if they would like anything to drink. Coffee was the bevvie of choice for them all and Mel went to the kitchen to make some.

We sat in the den talking about last night's sexual extravaganza with Mel and they all had nothing but great things to say about it. One thing stood out and that was Mel's ability to take care of four guys at once. I had to agree with them and said she really did seem to enjoy having lots of things happen at the same time. We hushed our talk of Mel when she came back in with the coffee, but the looks on the guys faces let her know we had. She looked at them and most, except for Gary were blushing. Gary just looked at her with a lascivious grin and said thanks when he took his coffee.

I wanted to wait until all the guys were there before we discussed what to do about Steve, so we talked about bowling. Kenny showed up a little while later and it was just Jeff we were waiting for. Kenny looked at Mel when he came in and Mel gave him a big hug and a kiss. Kenny looked like a little, fat kid standing next to her, Mel was that much taller than him. Kenny didn't seem to mind because his face was almost level with Mel's tits. I saw him snuggle into them a bit when they were hugging. He joined us for coffee and bowling talk and we talked about his almost perfect score and hoped he'd do it the next time. 

"Thanks guys. I hope I can get it next time. But I got a perfect score last night, didn't I Mel?" Kenny said looking at Mel with a grin.

"Yes you did, stud. You're pretty good with that cock of yours, I must say. thanks for the great orgasm." Mel said as she smoothed her hand over his balding head.

Kenny looked like he grew several inches he felt so proud. Just then the doorbell rang and we knew it was Jeff. Mel let him in and I could see from where I was sitting that she gave him a warm, loving hug and a peck on the lips. Jeff looked awed by the affection and Mel took his hand and led him in. 

"Looks like the gangs all here, so what say we put our heads together and see what we can come up with for Stevie-boy." I told them.

Gary was first to suggest that we get him and beat the crap out of him and kick his balls in so bad they wouldn't work anymore. We all said we'd like to do that, but it would get us in trouble with the cops and we didn't want that. Gary raised his hands in a manner saying, 'Hey, I'd do it'.

Kenny wanted to set fire to his house and his car secretly, but we still stood a chance of getting caught if someone saw us.

Harold was getting closer with his suggestion. He wanted to find a hooker with STD's and set him up with her. Sounded good, but we didn't know any hookers with STD's.

Johnny thought it would be okay if he poured anti-freeze in his gas tank and that would kill his engine and the insurance wouldn't pay out. Something to think about, but nothing nasty for Steve himself. 

Jeff was the nastiest and wanted to skin his cock and balls and put them on display in front of his house. We all loved the idea, but again, we might get caught and sent to jail.

I was at a loss myself to think of something equal to what he did to me and get him back.

Mel spoke up and she seemed to have given it more thought than all of us.

"I think I know how to get him back and not get into trouble. Well, not a lot of trouble anyway. Besides, with what I'm thinking, he wouldn't want anyone to know what happened because he'd be so embarrassed."

"What have you got in mind Hon?" I asked her, anxious to hear what she had in store.

"Okay, I know more about him than any of you do, right. I know he likes having anal sex more than anything else. What I was thinking was to get him back with a taste of his own medicine. I can set it up with him and go to his place and you guys can wait outside, down the street. I know it wouldn't take more than a few minutes and he'll want to be in the bedroom and fuck me. I won't let him of course, but I'll make sure the door is open and you guys come in and surprise him."

I was liking the idea of it so far and wanted to know what she wanted to do.

" I think if you guys don't have a problem with it, why not fuck him up the ass with things. You know, a cucumber, a banana or two, or even PJ jr.'s toy bat. Stuff like that. To add a little more insult to it, I was thinking a good spanking with a belt should do it. Then when you think he's had enough punishment, We'll sneak him out and into your van and take him to the store parking lot. Blindfold him, gag him and hang a sign around his neck saying something stupid about him. Throw him out so he's naked for everyone to see, with a big cucumber or something hanging out of his ass and leave him there. What do you think?"

We all looked at Mel with slack jaws as we heard how nasty it all sounded.

"What do you think guys? Does that sound good enough for old Stevie-boy? I sure as hell think he needs a good ass whuppin'. And the idea of making it public tops it off just nicely. I like it, what do you say? Wanna give him a taste of his own medicine?" I asked them.

The vote seemed unanimous and we all cheered Mel for a brilliant idea. 

I pulled Mel to me and hugged her tight. I thought about it and it did sound good. The bastard wouldn't want anyone one to know it was us that did it to him, because then everyone one would know what a low-life he is. The thought of stuffing lots of different things up his ass had all of us thinking of things to use. Kenny came up with something to write on him. He also decided indelible ink marker would be best. That wouldn't come off for a long time. Gary was creative and said we should use crazy glue on the cucumber in his ass when we kick him out. He wouldn't be able to pull it out. Harold took it one step further and said he was going to glue his cock to his balls. If the asshole thought about getting a hard on, it would yank his sack up and pull on his cock at the same time. Kenny did his impression of Larry the CableGuy and said, "I don't care who you are, now that's funny". We howled in laughter at his portrayal and agreed it sounded like it had just the right amount of pain and suffering to go with the humiliation. Mel wanted to know when it would be a good time for everyone and they said anytime. They all said they'd take a sick day at work to do it. Now that's friendship, and I don't care who you are.

Mel said she'd call him Monday morning and set it up. Seems lover boy is unemployed and has all day to spend searching for bored housewives to prey on. We agreed to meet here at my place and let Mel go over first. We'd follow in the van and give her five minutes to get started. She said she'd make sure she told him on the phone she was real horny after no sex all weekend and wanted to jump in bed and get fucked. It still left a bad taste in my mouth to hear her say it, even though it was a lie. I remembered she had been doing that all along till now. I put it out of my head and said the past is in the past and moved forward. Mel and I thanked them for their friendship and support and promised a repeat or better of last night next time we got together.

Monday morning around 9, Mel called him and he said he was ready to go anytime she wanted to come over. She gave him the excuse that she had to wait for a delivery first and when it came, she'd call him and come right over. The trap was set and we waited until the guys showed up. They were all there by 9:30 and we went over the plan again. We had the cucumber and PJ's bat, bananas and the glue and Kenny brought a pink marker to write with. I had two of my nicest belts and the ties from last night and Mel had her bottle of lube. Gary brought a gag ball, we all wondered why he had that, but it would help. We loaded it in the van and gave Mel a head start after phoning him.

I pulled up a couple of houses down and we got out and walked up to the door. Sure enough it wasn't locked, in fact it was slightly ajar. I eased it open and we crept as quietly as we could to the bedroom. I remembered which room it was and I saw the door wasn't closed all the way. I peeked through the crack and saw that Mel was busy taking his pants down and knew it was time to strike.

We all burst in yelling, to throw him off and we jumped him. We got him on the bed and the look of fear and horror to see all of us was priceless. We held him down and he looked at Mel to see what was going on.

"Time to pay the piper Steve. You took advantage of me and God knows how many other women. I'd hate to think of how many marriages you broke up, but mine isn't going to be one of them. By the way, this is my husband PJ and our friends. They're going to let you see what it's like to be taken advantage of. Hope you enjoy it." Mel told him with calmness in her voice, but her eyes were blazing with revenge.

I picked up on her use of the term 'our friends' and was happy that she thought of them that way.

We tied his hands together and then his feet to each of the legs under the bed. He started to yell and Gary yanked his head back by his hair and stuffed the ball gag in his mouth. He made sure it was in there good and fastened it tightly. He struggled to get free, but Kenny sat on his ass and started to write. 'I'm an ass-whore and love to get fucked in the ass' in bright pink lettering. We laughed and he moved up and turned around to watch. Mel went first and took a belt and started to strap his ass. We watched line after line of red appear after she hit him. Harold seemed to want some of that action and took the other belt and started on the other side. Stevie-boy started to cry like a baby as his ass and thighs went crimson red. One of my favourite colours too. I took the belt from Mel and gave him twenty of my own. I hit him harder than both of them, taking my anger and revenge out on him. His ass went to a darker red and almost purple by the time I finished.

Gary took the belt from Harold and moved Kenny out of the way.He started to strap his cock and ballsand I thought for sure Steve was going to pass out from it.

Mel opened her bag and took out her bottle of lube. She opened it and stuck the end of it up Steve's ass and squeezed it hard. I saw half of what was in it go up his ass and thought she was being generous in prepping him for the assault on his opening.

Johnny opened out bag of stuff and took out the bananas first. He peeled the first one and tried to stuff it in, but it just mushed around the opening, making a mess.

"Hang on Johnny." Harold told him and grabbed the cucumber. He put the tip against Steve's opening and gave a good push. I saw Steve's head throw back from the pain and the cuke was in, He kept pushing until at least 10" disappeared inside.

"That's it Harold, give his tight little ass a good fucking like he did to mine." Mel told him.

Harold pumped the cuke in hard and fast and Stevie-boy was shaking and crying. I felt great satisfaction at seeing him writhe in agony and felt retribution for all the people who'd had their lives fucked up by him. Harold made sure the cuke was going in nice and easy before he pulled it out just to the tip. 

"Now try a banana, Johnny." He said as he kept the cuke just inside to keep him open.

Johnny had the banana peeled and Harold pulled the cuke out and Johnny had it in before it closed up. He squeezed the skin and it shot up his ass. Harold pushed the cuke in again and gave it a good shove to get the banana well up in there. Steve's ass was making some very squishy sounds now. Kenny came and got the bat and swung it like he was hitting a ball. He held it to Mel and she squirted some lube on it. Kenny rubbed it around and looked at Gary. Gary knew what he wanted him to do and grabbed Steve's ass cheeks and spread them wide. The little bat wasn't that much wider than the cuke, but Kenny made sure he would know he was getting fucked the hard way. He pushed and pushed against the bat and Steve's ass wasn't giving up so easy. Kenny became frustrated and leaned his little body into it and that was all that was needed. We could hear the screams of pain from Steve through the ball in his mouth and Kenny smiled at his success. He worked the bat in further and further until the bat tapered down again. He started to stroke it with the same delight he did when he was fucking Mel. I think he just enjoyed watching things going in and out of people.

Mel stood beside me with her arm around my waist and mine was around her shoulders. We watched as our friends had fun fucking Steve's now well used ass. Gary decided a little more humiliation was in order and turned him on to his back. He took the marker and started to write.

"I have a little dick, but I like to suck big ones". We laughed and I asked if anyone one else wanted to do anything to him. Everyone thought he had been treated justly and we stood him up. 

"Wait!" Jeff shouted. he grabbed the cuke and bent Steve over again. Gary held him and Jeff jammed it back in again. "Hand me the glue". He asked Johnny. I had almost forgotten about this part. He held the cuke and squirted the glue out of the little bottle. He made sure it was secure and stood him up. Steve howled through the ball as he felt the skin stretch. The cuke adjusted into his ass tightly and then Jeff turned him around.

"Just so you know I hate touching your cock, asshole." He told him, and gave his tenderized balls a punch. Steve's eyes rolled back and we almost thought he was going to puke. 

Jeff squeezed some glue onto Steve's balls and begrudgingly held them to his cock. The glue set quickly and we could see that they were well stuck together. For added aggravation, Jeff smeared some on Steve's leg and stuck his balls and cock to it. The result left him in extreme agony anytime he had to walk and we made him walk to the door.

"Now fuckhead, this is what you get for fucking someone else's wife. You're lucky this is all you get. The guys wanted to cut your balls off and make you eat them. And that was just one of the nice things. Take your punishment like a man and remember to look the other way when you see a woman who's married. If we find out you said anything to anyone about this, we'll be back to take full revenge. That means you lose your balls and your cock, among other assorted things. Now, stay right there. We're going for a ride and drop you off at your favourite hunting grounds. Enjoy your public appearance as the scumbag bastard you are." I told him with as much meaness I could show him. The fear in his eyes said he agreed to keep quiet.

Mel put his robe over his shoulders to cover him when we took him out to the van. I went down the street and drove it up as close to the door as I could. Steve had a hard time trying to walk with his cock and balls glued to his leg, so the guys picked him up and tossed him in the side door. They all hurried in, after checking the houses to make sure no one was watching. Mel got in the car and we headed down to the mall and found a spot that looked nice and open.

Kenny opened the side door and Harold and Gary pushed him out on the ground. The pain must have been excruciating when he tried to use his legs to steady himself. He hit the ground on his side and lay there whimpering. No one saw us throw him out and we drove a short way away and watched. He struggled to his feet with great difficulty and stood there crying. He was naked and the writing on his chest and back was very visible. We laughed when he turned his back to us and we could see the cucumber sticking out of his ass. We noticed several shoppers walking his way and there was no where for Steve to hide. They spotted him and looked at him like some sicko and two laughed when they read his back. A few more came out and saw him and gave the same reaction. No one seemed in the mood to get involved with helping him and he stood there like the pathetic jerk he was. I drove back, with Mel following, and we got to the house. We went in and we couldn't stop laughing about it. We sat in the den and Mel and I thanked the guys for all their help. I brought out a round of beers for everyone and we toasted our success. Jeff looked at Mel and me and said what needed to be said.

"Guys I think we have just shown that friends are the best thing a person can have. PJ, Mel, you two are the best friends I've ever had. Now that we've 'bonded', I can include all of you guys as well. I want to say that I hope we can stay like this as friends forever."

We all looked at Jeff and then each other and agreed that we would be the best of friends. We had a group hug and shaked each others hands to solidify it.

Mel stood in the middle of us and said what all of us thought was a perfect way to end our adventure.

"Guys, as my way to show my appreciation for everything you've done for PJ and me and helping us to stay together, I'd like to see all of your cocks out and I want to suck off each and every one

of you."

The guys looked at me to see if it was okay and I showed them it was, by undoing my zipper and pulling my cock out. They all did the same in a flash and Mel started with me. After a hour and a half of lovingly sucking each one of us to a great ejaculation, she stood and wiped the little bit of cum on the side of her mouth.

I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly and told her she was the best wife a guy could have. The guys said basically the same, but substituted friend for wife. We watched them leave and waved goodbye, telling them that we could start in two weeks time with our get togethers. Mel and I headed upstairs and undressed. Mel was letting me have another turn at fucking that sweet ass of hers, as long as I took it easy.

Call me what you want, but I was the happiest guy living at that moment. Steve, we never heard from or about again. One thing we did know, payback's a bitch.





Payback's a Bitch



Author's note --

This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.

This story contains a description of a rape scenario. The author does not condone that type of behavior. If that is not something you are into, you should read something else. There is, what some might say, a good point to it at the end. 

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Ray Jacobs, 21, was the kind of guy most women feared. A lot of other guys thought he was downright mean and sadistic at times. As if that wasn't enough, he had a pack of friends who thought and acted similarly. What made him stand out was the fact he was the most brazen of the pack. That fact made Ray somewhat a leader of this group of bad boys. At 5'7", it would be easy to se him as a middleweight 'cage' fighter. He had a chiseled face and deep set, dark eyes.

What some of the other guys were reluctant to start, they seemed more than willing to playing follow-the-leader with whatever Ray did. There was another guy, Jim, who was a close second at being a real jerk. Jim was about 5'8", with slightly less muscle mass and light brown hair. He had once challenged Ray for leadership of this small band of thugs, but was quickly put in his place by Ray.

When this 'pack' was cruising the streets, it usually meant something got destroyed or someone got unmercifully harassed. There were a number of buildings, monuments, and signs to attest to their mean, destructive nature. There were a number of unsolved physical abuse cases in the police files but none could actually be linked to the 'group'. One of the pack's most favorite pastimes was to harass women, usually in the early 20's range. They seemed to find this age group was the most vulnerable and the easiest to intimidate. 

It was on one such occasion that these trouble makers were cruising down a rural road in their party van and came upon a young woman, who's car was broke down. She had a flat tire and didn't know how to change it. She was an average looking girl, about 5'6" and short brown hair, who's skills lie with anything but knowing how to maintain a car. Having stood by her car for almost an hour without seeing another car on the road, she thought she would end up stuck by the side of the road all night long. 

Sara's spirits brightened when she spotted the van slow to a stop behind her car. In a well rehearsed way of taking their victim off guard, only Ray and another guy called Stan, got out of the van. Both Ray and his buddy were all smiles with helpful small talk about how they were from another state and how fortunate it was they just happened to be on the same road. They asked if she had been there long, why no one else had stopped, and if she had to be somewhere soon. Getting confirmation that Sara's car had not been seen and that she wasn't expected anywhere anytime soon, they knew they had a new victim for the evening. All this all-smiles small talk went on as they dug out the car jack and the spare, in preparation for changing the tire. To keep Sara focused on them changing the tire and not on the van, they had her positioned so her back was facing away from the van, sometimes having her bend down to take a look at her brakes or something else that might need fixed. 

As Ray and his cohort kept Sara mentally and physically occupied, the other 3 guys in the van silently exited the van, creeping up behind their unsuspecting victim. By the time she happened to turn her head and see the other three behind her, it was too late. She only had time to take one step before the three pounced on her, grabbing both arms, and lifting her completely off the ground. As she continued to struggle and scream, her three strong captors brought her back to the side of the van, where they tied her hands and feet, stuffed a gag into her mouth, blindfolded her, and tossed her onto the floor of the van. A needle was jabbed into her arm and the contents of a substance that wipes short-term memory, was shot into her blood stream. 

Once she was completely secured, the attention turned to getting her car's tire changed so it could be driven to an area where it could be easily concealed. The guys were adept at concealment. It only took them 10 minutes to hide the car in the woods and cover it up with brush so well you could walk within 10 feet of it and not even know it was there. With the car taken care of, the guys drove 20 miles to their remote cabin where no one would hear or see what was going on. At the cabin, the defenseless girl was roughly pulled from the van, thrown over the shoulder of Jake, one of the bigger members of the pack, and carried into the cabin without regard to her pain of being roughly jostled around. Jake was pretty much the muscle man of the group, at 5'10" and 250 pounds, he was more brawn than brains. 

The inside of the cabin was about the size of a two car garage and was arranged more like a dungeon of horrors that a weekend getaway. There were just two rooms, there was a small bathroom and a kitchen area but other than that it was just one big open room. In each of two corners of the room was a camera mounted on a tripod. On one side of the room was a workbench like table with a pegboard back. Hanging from hooks on the pegboard were numerous whips, flogs, and lashes. There were a variety of dildos and vibrators were lying on the table. In the center of the room was a wooden rack that could be moved and pivot in various positions. The rack was equipped with various straps and restraints for arms, legs, and torso. From a dungeon master's point of view, it was a work of art.

Unknowing where she was at or what was just in front of her, Sara was stood just in front of the rack, facing it. Still blindfolded, she could not have known what she was about to be secured to. Not knowing where to turn or what to expect, she stayed motionless until she was pressed up against the rack. Her struggles were mostly brought under control when a large leather strap attached to the rack, was cinched around her waist, pulling her tight against it. Unable to move much, the ropes around her ankles from when she had been thrown in the van, were untied, her legs jerked apart and secured with the leather restraints attached on each side of the rack. Her hands were also untied and raised up to the leather wrist straps high above her head. Once her feet and hands were firmly secured, the leather strap around her waist was removed.

Sara couldn't figure out how she got here. The last thing she remembered was that she had been waiting for someone to come by and help her fix her car but no one had been by in hours. The drug that was shot into her was starting to wear off. The drug was designed to erase a person's short-term memory for only about an hour. After that, they would be back to normal. Ray had some up with this insurance policy to keep their victim from remembering the faces of who had abducted them and any kind of cognizance of where they were. 

At this point she was still fully clothed but blindfolded and gagged. Without the use of her eyes, her ears were more attuned to every sound in the room. There were sounds like things being moved around and what sounded like kitchen utensils being arranged on a table. Suddenly, Sara heard a metallic snap close to her ears that made her jump. Unknown to Sara, it was the sound of a switchblade being locked into the open position.

The cold steel blade being dragged across her face and around to the back of her neck, caused her to cringe in muffled, terrified screams. The blade made its way down the back of her neck until it reached the collar of her white cotton blouse. A quick tug of the sharp blade, quickly cut through the collar.

As her mind was reeling at what would happen next, a pair of hands had grabbed each side of the collar and started pulling hard. With a forceful pull to each side, the top third of her blouse was ripped open by Ray's strong hands. Repositioning his hands lower and pulling apart again, another third of her blouse was torn open. A third and final tug, finally ripped the two halves of her blouse apart. The halves of her blouse were pulled far apart and hung from her arms in ragged pieces. Except for the elastic that material that held her bra together, her entire back was laid bare.

Sara's knee length skirt had a side zipper but Ray had no intention of using it. Grabbing the bottom hem of her skirt, his knife cut into the hem and sliced it apart. Again, there was the sound of ripping, as Ray pulled the two sides of bottom of her skirt apart. In the same fashion as her blouse was ripped apart from top to bottom, her skirt was ripped from bottom to top. When he got to the waistband, his knife made short work of it as well. When the waistband was sliced apart, Ray yanked the torn material from her body and threw it over to the corner of the room. Her pantyhose were soon sliced into shreds and lay in a bunch around each shackled ankle.

All this was being keenly documented from two different angles by each of the two video cameras in the corners of the room. As more and more of the girl's flesh was revealed, the sexual tension of the guys increased. Three of the guys had removed their jeans and had pulled their cocks out, slowly stroking them.

Still untouched were the girl's plain white bra and lace panties. It was not to stay that way for very long. Unhooking the back of her bra, Ray pulled the elastic apart and left it hang. Knowing all too well that things were about to turn even worse, Sara tried begging for her release in muffled pleadings through the gag but all her muffled sounds fell on deaf ears. 

Taking the knife again, the blade found its way underneath the panty material at the side of her hips. A quick slice cut through the entire side. The same was repeated on the other side. The portion of her panties that once covered her ass, now hung down, held up only by the fact that her legs were not spread apart enough to let them fall on their own. Ray's hand grabbed the back part of her sliced panties and gave them a hard yank, pulling the remaining material through the folds of her pussy lips. The brutal way in which he removed the remaining panty caused her to jump and scream into her gag. The act of yanking the remnants of her panties through her pussy had a dual effect. On one hand, it caused a lot of pain. When that died down some the effect of rubbing across her clit, sent another kind of twinge through her body. 

Giving her ass cheek a good slap of his hand caused her to jump and scream again. The process was repeated again and again, until her ass cheeks started turning red. With each smack, the girl's body jumped. 

And then the spankings stopped.

The spankings were soon replaced by another form of punishment, a leather flog. With lots of practice, Ray had become a master at letting the square leather ends of the flog lay across her back, stinging but without breaking the skin. Sara's back was becoming really bright pink with narrow lash marks. As the flog was working her back, Jim had picked up a flat ended crop to work on her ass.

Giving her a little time to think of what might be next, Ray grabbed a vibrating 8" dildo, lubed it up good and pushed it into her pussy, followed by a stern admonishment was given to hold it in her ass. With it firmly implanted in her ass, the device was turned on at a low setting. After letting the dildo work her pussy for a few seconds, Ray grabbed a flat ended crop, like the one Jim was using, and went to working her ass with it. Each mild spanking with the crop was enough to redden the skin without doing damage. With each slap on her ass, her body tensed, gripping the dildo even harder, intensifying the feelings it was producing in her rectum. When her ass became a nice bright red, Ray stopped the spankings. 

Rotating the 'rack' around on its top and bottom pivot points, the helpless, blindfolded, and gagged Sara, was now facing Ray. Her exposed back side and bright red ass was facing away from him. This was more for the benefit of the video cameras that were recording the whole proceedings.

The button down blouse that had been ripped asunder in the back, was still buttoned in front and even hung low enough to cover her pussy. A humming noise still emanated from the vibrating dildo in her pussy. 

Intent on displaying the front side of her, Ray grabbed each side of her blouse at the top and started pulling the front apart. Some buttons just popped off from the force, others held tight and the material they were attached to gave way. Two buttons at a time, Ray forcefully opened the front of her blouse until her blouse had been fully pulled apart. The torn-apart halves were pulled up out of the way and draped over the rack where her hands were cuffed.

The only piece of clothing left on her was her bra, and that was hanging loose. Ray pulled out his knife again and cut the shoulder straps, freeing the bra completely from her body. It was tossed to the floor like the rest her clothing.

Reaching between her legs, Ray yanked the dildo from her soaked pussy, causing her body to twitch. The dildo was slick with her juices. As much as Sara hated what was inside her cunt, it was fulfilling a primal need. When it was summarily pulled from her pussy, Sara almost wished it was back inside her. 

Walking around behind her, Ray untied the gag and removed it from her mouth. With her mouth now free to speak, she began pleading with her captors to release her. Her pleadings were cut short as her concentration shifted focus to the dildo being wormed up her virgin ass. Ray paid no attention and soon the vibrating dildo was embedded deep inside her chute, working the sensitive lining. 

Picking up the flat leather crop again, Ray smacked the top of each breast, leaving bright pink spots to mark where it had been. Again and again, he worked each breast until the entire surface was pink from contact with the flat blade of the crop. He then started flicking the edge of the crop across the tips of her nipples. The sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure to her stiff points.

With her nipples now very stiff, Ray began alternating strokes across her nipples with similar strokes to her pussy. With each stroke on hr pussy lips, the blood flowed to her outer labia, causing it to puff up. This in turn forced hr clit to protrude into view. Soon, the crop was making direct contact with her clit.

As painful as her bright pink ass and nipples were, the attention that was being paid to her nipples and clit was too much to ignore. The stinging crop was having a primal effect on her body. As much as she tried to fight it, Sara could not resist what was happening. Finally she just gave up and let it happen. She was now grunting and moaning with each contact of the crop. Her ass was flaming hot. The dildo was working her ass deep inside her. Electric jolts were coursing through her nipples and clit. It was all too much for the helpless girl and she convulsed in a screaming orgasm.

For some sadistic people, this might have been enough but Ray and his cohorts were nowhere near done with her. For them, this was just the beginning. All that had transpired up until now was just the preparation for what was to come next.

As Sara slowly recovered from her climax, the 'rack' was again re-adjusted. This time, a support was put up against her back and the 'rack' was pivoted so that she was on her back, facing the ceiling. Her legs were pulled up and spread further apart, giving greater access to her pussy. The rack was lowered so that she was laying at waist height for Ray. 

Bending over, his lips made contact with her already inflamed labia. His flicking tongue on her slit made her squirm, not only from the pain but also the pleasure. Having just come down from her first orgasm, she was being primed for another. Ray's tongue slid up and down her slit, making contact with her clit with each stroke. A whimper emanated from her mouth each time his tongue made contact with her clit. He body took over again and she soon found her hips rising and falling, trying to make contact with Ray's tongue. She was on a roller coaster ride for another climax.

When Ray sensed she was close, he put his lips over her clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to drive her over the edge. Her fists clenched and her body shook again. 

Not giving her any time to recover, Ray dropped his jeans and underwear, displaying an already stiff cock. He lined it up with her pussy lips and shoved in hard. It was enough to take her breath away for a couple of seconds.

Not giving her time to get used to his length and girth, Ray began sawing in and out or her pussy. Not having had time to come down from the last climax, the pour girl was on a constant plateau of continuous orgasms. As Ray rammed his hard shaft in and out of her, two other guys came over to suck on hr super sensitive nipples. 

Sara's mind was in a daze. She was desperately trying to fight her brutal rape but her body's primal sexual instincts kept overriding it with sexual need. 

It had been a while since the pack's last conquest and Ray was primed to shoot his load quickly. Without thought to the consequences, Ray's cock began firing spurt after spurt into her womb until his cock started to soften. He didn't care if she was on birth control or not. It didn't mater to him since he would never see hr again. 

Not giving her time to take stock of what had just happened, Ray backed up and let one of his buddies take his place. The exchange took place so quick, Sara hardly noticed it. Her pussy was now being just as brutally assaulted by the second guy. When he finished firing his load into her pussy, another had lined up to take his place until all 5 had filled her womb with a copious amount of squishy sperm.

Again, the 'rack' was re-positioned. This time, she was facing the floor. 

Opening her mouth to beg for mercy, two hands grabbed her hair and lifted her head. Her mouth had no choice but to stay open as it was forced down on a waiting hard cock. As her mouth was pulled up and down on the cock in her mouth, she was caught unaware that something was being lined up on the other end. As if that wasn't bad enough, clips were attached to her sensitive nipples. Small weights were hung on chains attached to the clips. These two things pretty much consumed her attention. 

Suddenly, she realized something hard was poking at her asshole. She started trying to pull her head off the cock in her mouth but the hands on her head held firm, keeping his cock stuffed in her mouth. The pressure on her asshole kept up until the stiff cock at the entrance, pushed past her anal ring and inch by inch, finally buried its full length inside her. 

Soon both cocks were stroking in and out of her body in a see-saw rhythm. All Sara could do was concentrate her breathing to get some air every time the cock in her mouth pulled out. She was caught off guard when both cocks drove deep into her ass and deep into her throat, unloading their contents. Both cocks were quickly replaced with two fresh ones and it wasn't long before the fresh ones doing a repeat performance of the first two cocks. When the second two cocks started unloading their cum, the one went in her ass, the second across hr back, the third went in her pussy when the cock got shoved into her pussy. The cock in her mouth, put part of the first shot down hr throat and the second part into her mouth as it was being pulled out, the second shot sprayed all over eyelashes, nose and chin. The last shot got sprayed all over her hair. 

Over the next 4 hours, it was non-stop pussy fucking, ass fucking, and face fucking. When all 5 of the Sara's abusers ran out of stamina and cum, they loaded her passed out body into the van. Driving the van and her car back to the place where her car originally broke down, they placed her battered and abused body in the driver's seat and drove off. Before driving off, they pumped her arm full of a drug that would block out her memory of the last 12 hours. They brutish 5 were long gone when she came to in her car, totally naked. She had no recollection of where she was at, why she had no clothes on, or why her whole body ached and was covered in a dried sticky substance that was oozing out of her pussy and ass.




Payback's a Bitch



Two days later, the 'pack' was still jacking off to replays of their latest conquest and thinking up who was next on the list of people to harass. Ray was about to 'light up' a cigarette but found the pack empty. Grabbing his motorcycle keys, he took off to the convenience store to buy a pack. 

As he walked out the door of the store, after buying his cigs, an old Jamaican woman approached him and started chanting some weird voodoo nonsense and talked about how he would pay the price for his evil ways. As a last insult, she took some purple powder from a small tin and blew it into his face. He wasn't prepared for the purple cloud in front of him and inhaled a good quantity of it. By the time he quit choking on the purple powder, the old woman had disappeared.

Climbing on his motorcycle, he took off back to the cabin. About 5 miles down the road, only a mile from the cabin, he started getting dizzy. He was able to slow the bike down to about 25 but couldn't control it and it rolled off the road, deep into the trees and brush before throwing him to the ground. Luckily, there were no broken bones but he was too dizzy to even get to his hands and knees. He passed out after only crawling 20 feet.

When he awoke, something was just not right. His head was still pretty fuzzy but it was obvious he wasn't the same. Instead of jeans, he was wearing a skirt. Instead of a tank-top shirt, he had on a tube top. His hair was way past his shoulders, and his boots had been replaced by high heels. His hands were clutching a purse. In the purse was an ID for someone named Rachel. A quick check of his pecks revealed he now had sizeable boobs. Another quick check down below, revealed his cock and balls were missing. 

He was in a panic and the fuzz in his head still had not cleared when he stumbled out onto the road, walking pretty wobbly in the heels. Knowing he had to get some help, he knew he had to flag someone down soon. Stumbling another 20 feet, he turned to see a van pulling up behind him. His joy of someone stopping to help, turned to terror as 4 masked young men jumped out, grabbed him, tied him up, gagged him, blindfolded him, and threw him into the van. 

Over the next 12 hours, Rachel had to endure the most sadistic sexual abuse anyone could imagine and still survive. Rachel's clothes were ripped from her body and almost every inch of her skin was savagely whipped and flogged. Cocks, dildos, and other unidentifiable things were shoved into her mouth, pussy, and asshole. 

When the brutes were finally done with her, they took her back to the road where they found her and jabbed a needle into her arm. Whatever it was they shot into her made her feel groggy but failed to erase the memory of what had happened to her a short time ago. It terrified her so much she knew she had to get away from there as quick as possible. A passing truck driver gave her a lift to the bus station in the next town. 

Stepping off the bus a thousand miles away in a city of bad neighborhoods, she was befriended by another woman her age. What Rachel didn't know until too late was her new found friend was a prostitute who was looking for a new recruit. The woman's male friend also turned out to be no friend at all. Once he had caused Rachel to be deeply indebted to him, he forced her to work the streets, selling her body for sex. Whenever she would rebel, her pimp beat her badly. On more than one occasion, a client would rough her up bad enough to where she couldn't be on the streets for days. She felt like she was in abuse hell and there was no end to it or a way out of it. At times, she had strange feelings that she knew someone named Ray. She wondered who, and where he was. There seemed to be some kind of strong connection but she could never put her finger on what it was.

Back in the area where she had been badly raped, a newspaper article had a front page news article that the cops had gotten a tip that troublemakers in the area had set fire to the mayor's house. A witness had followed them to a remote cabin about 5 miles out of town. 

In the early dawn hours, the cops swarmed the cabin, broke down the door and arrested 4 men between the ages of 18 and 21. What the cops discovered in the cabin was something that looked like a torture device you would strap someone to. In the corner was a video camera. Along one wall was a rack of dozens of home movie DVDs. When the cops started playing the DVDs, they discovered they had enough evidence of rape and torture of young women to put the 4 hoods in prison for life. One cop recognized a 5th person in the DVDs he knew as a real mean kid named Ray. A warrant was issued for his arrest and his name was placed on the FBI's wanted list.

About a year later, a road crew was clearing some trees and brush when they came upon a motorcycle covered up by thick brush. The plates matched up with Ray. 

The theory by some of the locals was that he crashed his motorcycle, stumbled to the river a short distance away, fell in and drowned. Also, that his body was never found because it got sucked into the spillway intakes of the dam down stream and shredded to bits for fish food. 

. . . . . . .Payback's a bitch.



Payback's a Bitch



I was sitting on the porch of my cabin, glad to be out of the city and wondering what I would do this weekend. As I looked down on the highway, I noticed a car that looked familiar. I grabbed my binoculars for a closer look but I knew who it was before she came into focus. That bitch Tracy, what was she doing coming up here, surely she must know she wouldn't be welcome after what she did to me. She had humiliated me in front of my friends as she told me in front of them that she could never date a looser such as me.

She had acted as if she was interested in me but was merely trying to make her boyfriend jealous. We were all at a party in conjunction with our high school reunion and she had brought her boyfriend. After playing up to me, they got into a fight and he left in a huff. I read it as she was no longer interested in him and maybe I had a shot with her. I remember how red my face felt as I saw all the snide looks my friends gave me. I know that after I left they were all laughing at me and how could I blame them.

As Tracy pulled up in front, I could see the look of surprise on her face when she saw me there. She got out of the car and came over to me,

"Ah, hi Steve, I'm so glad you're here..."

"Just can it Tracy, what the hell do you want?"

"The truth is I'm in trouble and I need a place to hide out for a few days or so. I remembered where you always hid the key, so I was hoping to stay here."

"So you were just going to help yourself, you've got a..."

"Steve I know but I'm in a bind here, John is really pissed at me and I'm afraid he's going to hurt me if he finds me. Listen Steve, I need help, I'll do anything you ask, just let me stay here." 

I could tell she had no idea how much I resented her and how she had treated me.

"OK take off your top, I want to see your tits."

"Now wait a minute when I said anything..."

"Fuck it, just crawl back into your car, and find someone else to hide you." 

"No, alright I'll take my blouse off but can we go inside."

"No, you do it right here on my front porch where anybody passing by can see you."

She dropped her bag and pulled her shirt up and over her head when I told her to drop the bra too, she didn't even hesitate. Her large tits sagged without the support of the bra but they looked great to me. I told her to grab her bag and follow me inside but I didn't tell her how much she was going to pay for treating me like dirt.

As soon as we were inside, I told her to get naked and while I watched her unfasten her jeans, I saw tears running down her cheeks. I knew I had her now and she would comply with whatever I told her. My next instruction was for her to sit on the floor with her legs spread apart so I could watch her play with herself. She was so embarrassed she hung her head and with her eyes closed failed to notice me get my video camera. I taped her for a while and then instructed her to smile for the camera. Her head snapped up and her eyes opened in panic as she saw what I had been doing.

"If you do everything I tell you this video will be erased when you leave but if you refuse me anything it goes on line and I'll be sure to send a copy to all your friends and family."

I walked over and undid my pants with one hand as I held the camera with the other. I had a perfect POV shot as I slapped my dick onto her lips and cheeks. She opened her mouth to me on command and I shoved my cock down her throat. She choked as I pushed deeper, then I grabbed her by the hair to hold her in place. I could see the look of panic on her face in the viewfinder as she struggled to get her breath. I then yanked my dick out of her mouth and continued filming her face as she gasped for breath making sure I was catching the snot running out her nose. Then I went for a repeat, fucking her face until I was ready to cum with a vengeance. With my balls against her chin, she could feel when I was ready and the look of panic on her face had me thinking she was worried I might drown her in my sperm. I shot my first load down her throat just to give her a taste, then I pulled out and just like the pornos, I blasted the rest into her face and chest. 

I told her to wipe my cum off her face and then to suck her fingers clean while I taped. With tears of shame sliding down her cheeks, she did as instructed. The thing was that now that I had cum I began to think with my big head instead of my little one and all of a sudden, none of this felt right. I turned off the camera, went, and got her a washcloth, I handed them both to her.

"I'm sorry Tracy I got carried away, now I feel like a creep. Go ahead and erase the video, you can stay as long as you need, I won't bother you again."

I went into the other room and took a nap, feeling like some kind of monster. I didn't treat women like that and I wasn't at all proud of what I had done.

When I woke up, I went into the other room to see how Tracy was doing. I couldn't believe what I saw; she was sitting in front of my TV still naked watching the video I had shot of her. She had her hand between her legs playing with herself and moaning with repeated orgasms. She looked up when she heard me,

"Oh god Steve, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen, can we film another one."

That was all it took for my dick to get hard and for the little head to take over the thinking again. 



Payback's a Bitch



Knelt on my knees and taking a glance to my right at the sight of a woman counting cash whilst I sucked off a guy I started to wonder how this had all happened.

I had a good job and didn't have a huge problem with getting lovers. I was straight and loved women but here I was – nothing but a sissy prostitute being rented out for the oral pleasure of men I didn't know and the worst bit was I was loving it.

The thing is I have always loved sluts. When at high school and college I would always go for the easiest lay. They always seemed the most fun and seemed to enjoy the fun and games in the bedroom far more than anyone else. As I got older I noticed all my friends starting to settle down and all they seemed to do was complain how vanilla and boring their lovelives were.

I was thrust back into the past and how much fun those sluts I used to fuck and get sucked off by had and started to feel some envy about how enjoyable they seemed to have it. Like my friends I had settled down and whilst I wasn't married I was in a committed relationship with a woman who was my world. My only problem was our sex life.

I had tried to get her to embrace sex but whilst she would enjoy a good session she would never go anything that wasn't shall we say regular. Slowly I started to use the internet and I knew I didn't want to have sex with anyone else as that would be cheating and I did love my partner. 

Whilst surfing I came across the website of a dominatrix and that seemed like the perfect idea. I wouldn't be having sex with anyone and I'd just get some spice. Even though I wasn't a true submissive it would at least be kinky and give me a bit of a thrill. So I sent her an e-mail and said I was a complete novice. She replied and said to come in for a taster session and she would see how I reacted.

So one day when I had some spare time I went along and met the Mistress. She dungeon was out of this world. Pretty much any fantasy could be played out here. She said that for complete novices she had a hat full of scenarios and I should pull out a piece of paper and that would be the taster scenario. I thought that sounded like a good idea as I really had no idea what I wanted. So I put my hand in and out came the word 'schoolgirl' – I tried to argue but she said that was the taster session or I could leave. I thought what the heck and said ok.

She instructed me to go into the bathroom and have a shower and said when I got out my uniform would be hanging up on the door and to change. So I got into the shower and had a good clean and when I got out I noticed my male clothes had gone and a female school uniform was hanging up on the inside of the door. I put on the uniform and wondered why I had no underwear provided but I stepped out and was beckoned over to a vanity table. There I was instructed to say nothing and had a wig placed upon my head which the Mistress brushed carefully and put up in pigtails. She told me that for the next hour I was to be known as Claire and then put some light make-up on me.

I looked into the mirror and whilst I could tell it was a man, I could see that with a bit more time I could actually pass as a schoolgirl. I noticed my penis lift and wondered if I was actually being turned on by this. Mistress said she was to be called Miss Oakes and that I was to do exactly what she said.

I was told to go and sit at a real looking school table and was instructed to recite my times table. It was a touch boring so I got one wrong and was quickly told to stand up and bend over the desk. Four lusty blows from a cane on my rear end later and I was told to start again. It hurt but I noticed my penis was still erect. I was then told we were doing some sex education and I was to tell Miss Oakes all about my best sex ever. I told her about the sluts I used to fuck and she muttered something about it being interesting and took down some notes. She rang a bell and asked if I wanted to come again.

Thinking about it for maybe half a second I said sure. She said she had learned a lot about me in this hour and that she thought she could give me a really good time. She said to shower and that my clothes would be returned to me and they were. I left and got an e-mail a couple of days later instructing me to clear out either an afternoon or evening to 'have a good time'.

So I did and went down to the Mistresses place. She told me to come in and she asked me if I trusted her. I said that I did. I have no idea why I did but I just did. She told me that I would enjoy the evening but she had to know if there was anything that I was unwilling to do. I lazily responded that I didn't want to get fucked in the arse but thought it was a joke. She said that was fine and instructed me to have a shower again and my clothes would be waiting for me.

After enjoying a shower I got out and was stunned to see not a school uniform but a short PVC mini-skirt, stockings, a suspender belt, high heels. There was nothing to put on the upper part of my body. Strange I thought but I got on with it and whilst the suspender belt was extremely fiddly and the high heels took some getting used to I stepped outside. The mistress looked impressed and told me to sit down again in front of the vanity table. She then glued on two false breasts that she said would come off after a hot shower and put a tight PVC top over my head. This time my make-up wasn't very light – it was actually very trampish and I realised I was looking like the type of slut I loved to get to suck my cock.

Mistress leaned over and said this was the last moment I could get out of this scenario. If I didn't back out now I wouldn't get to play out the whole scenario. If I wanted to back out now she would slap me and kick me out dressed like this and throw my clothes out of the windows afterwards. Considering she lived on a main road I didn't like the idea of anyone seeing me – even if just for a couple of minutes so I said I'd go ahead.

She put a dog-lead around my neck and put a padlock to lock it in place, she told me to crawl on all fours across the room and then out into her back garden. I was hesitant but I carried on and she lead me to what seemed like a small shed. I was taken inside and told to kneel down. I looked ahead of me and there was a large hole in the wall. Above the hole written in lipstick were the words 'Sissy Slut Gloryhole' and she laughed as the realisation of what was about to happen came across my face. Before I could do anything she fastened her end of the dog lead to a hook on the wall and told me I wasn't going anywhere.

'Ok then Claire, here is what is going to happen. I am going to post an advert of Craigslist saying that a Sissy is sucking at this very gloryhole for the next hour. The cost will be $20. For the next hour if anyone turns up and gives me $20 you will suck them off. You do not have a choice.' She then took out her phone and took a photo of me and placed the advert 'well we'll have to see how many people like sluts' she said as she lit a cigarette.

It seemed to take an age but still no-one turned up and I thought I was going to get away with it. Whilst waiting I was told to not say a word otherwise I'd get beat. She spanked me a few times to stop her from being bored but suddenly I heard the gate go and I could see a man walking up to the shed. My mistress walked out and took the $20 and came back inside and told me I had a punter. A cock came through the gloryhole and I was spanked until I took it into my mouth.

It was disgusting. I had never even thought about doing anything like this. I had a girlfriend I loved and had never had any gay tendencies. I was told to plays with his balls and lick the whole shaft. I thought if I took as long as possibly on this then I might only have to do it once within the hour. My mistress seemed quite relaxed about how long I was taking but suddenly she said 'face fuck him' and the guy outside started just fucking my face and stuffing his enlarged penis in and out of my mouth. I couldn't do anything and then I felt it twitch. I tried to get away but my mistress has the back of my head and forced it forward. Cum sprayed down my throat and I gagged. 

The man groaned and kept spraying down my throat. It must've only lasted 20 seconds at most but it felt like an eternity. He seemed happy and as I couldn't spit out the cum as my throat was stuffed with his cock I had to swallow. He threw in a $10 bill as a tip through the hole as a tip and laughed as he walked away. My mistress said time was up and I was free to go if I wanted. Of course I wanted to leave I thought but then she quietly said 'you are a great cocksucker' and my penis twitched like anything and I came. She noticed and laughed and call me a sissy whore and she walked away leaving me kneeling in a pool of my own cum and still tied to the wall in front of the gloryhole. 

She came back a few minutes later and showed me a photo of the outside of the shed. On it were the words 'Sissy Whore Claire's Gloryhole. $20 a pop. This bitch swallows and satisfaction is guaranteed or you get your money back' – she said she had put a photo up on Craigslist and I would be working there until midnight. I protested and said I had to get home to my partner. She told me tat she owned me now. Then she whispered in my ear and said 'Hi George, we used to go out in high school, so you thought I was a slut did you? Well now you'll find out what a slut really is,' and she looked sternly at me. It all came back to me now. I knew this woman and had used her in high school for my own means. 'Payback is a bitch...and so are you' she said as she went outside to see a long queue of men in her garden. I was about to find out that payback is a dish served stone cold and the worst bit was I wasn't unhappy...



Payback's a Bitch



Cindy sat inside her car, confused as well as torn emotionally. She sat there toying with one thought after another, dismissing most even before they took shape. Others, she allowed to play out for a moment or two before clearing her head and tossing them away as well.

The past had just showed up to taunt and haunt her a little. And though she felt angry, for reasons that really didn't matter any more, she felt confused...and curious about what she had just seen, what it meant, if anything. Once more thoughts entered her head, this time memories of a time several years ago now.

She'd been married then, going on nearly three years to a wonderful man, or so she'd thought anyway. Matthew, though she had always called him Mat, had been her Knight in shining armor. And though she hadn't been a virgin on their wedding night, she was certainly back then still quite naive, though more than willing to learn. She knew going in that Mat had quite a reputation as a "ladies man", he'd been known to date several girls at once all through high school, and then on through college. And as rumor had it, he was fucking everyone of them at the same time, and most...maybe even all of them knew that he was too. For whatever reason, that didn't seem to matter to them, or so she had heard anyway. But it had made her curious as to why, and an opportunity that soon came to her to find out the reasons behind it.

They had been introduced at a Frat party. And against her better judgment perhaps, they had ended up spending the night together. Six month's later, they were married. Against her parent's wishes, along with most of her closest friends. All of them warning her that it was a marriage destined for divorce. And perhaps in the back of her mind, she wondered about that too. The thing was, Mat was an incredible lover, attentive, as well as having the kind of stamina that most women would only dream of their lover having.

Early on, even with masturbation, Cindy had had difficulty climaxing. And then Mat came into the picture. It wasn't long after that, he had her turning inside and out, with more intensely satisfying orgasms than she'd ever thought possible. And it mattered not what he did to her, whether it was orally, or through intercourse, or simply pleasuring her with his fingers. Whatever he did, and however he did it, he never failed to get her off in ways that she had only once dreamed of. And better still, several times in one evening, long before he ever did.

It had indeed been the perfect life, the perfect marriage with the perfect man. And then in one eventful evening, everything had come crashing down around her feet. What made her the angriest about it was her total self-denial that anything was going on. However, there were subtle signs at first that something was. Most of which, she had ignored. Too afraid to confront them, choosing to ignore, or pretend that the truth of what was, really wasn't. Something she'd managed to convince herself of for several months until she was by chance confronted directly with it. And once she had been, she'd been forced to accept the truth, and painfully deal with it.

Had Mat not owned a flashy, rather expensive red sports car, she might not have even caught him (at least for a while yet) when she did. He'd phoned her earlier during the day, stating that he was showing a potential client one of the many properties they still owned together. And as such, he would be late getting home. Because of that, she had decided to drop in for a visit with her parents, which was a bit out of the way on her normal drive back home. She had just started out on her way over to her parents place when she spotted what she was sure was her husbands sports car just up ahead of her. At first she thought about calling him on her cell phone, letting him know she was just a short distance behind. But then she decided it might be even more fun to hurriedly catch up to him, and then surprise him with a friendly wave and a smile instead. And then moments later, she was the one being surprised instead.

She watched as Mat pulled his car into the parking garage of a rather expensive looking hotel. And as he did, she clearly saw another woman sitting next to him in the passenger's seat. A woman whom she recognized as one that worked with Mat in the office. At first, she again tried to reason out their being together as part of business perhaps. Something to do with this client that Mat had told her earlier he'd be meeting with. Against her better judgment, she pulled into the parking garage as well, just catching the taillights as they turned off as Mat pulled his car into an available spot. Cindy did the same, though a short distance away, and thankfully with her car being mostly shielded behind a large cement support beam. She sat watching, surprised when they didn't get out immediately. Minutes passing when they finally did, as Mat came around the car to open the door for her. Stacy, as she recalled the woman's name, slid out of her seat, and then into her husband's arms. The two of them standing there, now kissing one another passionately. But it even went beyond that, right there in front of her own eyes. Mat always had been one for doing things in public, or semi-public places where they could be seen. She'd even gone along with that a few times herself, finding it arousing and exciting yes, specifically because of the danger, though they'd never been caught at it. Cindy sat there in her car, looking over towards them, her view just clear enough to see the woman's hand unzipping his pants, fishing out his rock hard prick, and then lifting up the front of her own dress so that she could better accommodate him as he stood there fucking her, fucking this woman in front of his own wife!

**

It had been a long, drawn out messy divorce. But Cindy was pragmatic enough that she knew to destroy their business, or even allow Mat to buy her out, wouldn't have been in her best interests. As such, they had kept the partnership intact, though she had taken her father's advice, and allowed someone else to act in her stead whenever it was required so that she didn't have to spend any real time dealing with Mat one on one, unless it couldn't be helped. So far, she had managed. And as the years passed, she'd even gotten back onto a more cordial, though not quite friendly relationship again with her Ex.

Eventually Mat had gotten remarried, though not to the woman he'd been having the affair with. Someone she had never met, though in time she had spotted a picture of the two of them sitting on his desk during one of the rare encounters when she'd been forced to drop by and sign some necessary paperwork. Admittedly, she was pretty. Bright red hair, which she wore long and fell well beyond her shoulders. She reminded her in fact of a once well-known Movie Star, Maureen O'Hara, and wasn't at all surprised that Mat would marry someone like that. He always had had a thing for redheads, and had often tried to get Cindy to dye her own blonde hair red, just for that reason. Though she never had. 

And now, here she sat, ninety-nine percent sure, that this very same woman, Mat's current wife, Renee' as vaguely recalled her name, was walking in to what every one knew to be as a lesbian bar.

**

After the divorce, Cindy had taken comfort in her friends, one of which had to this day remained one of her very best friends, and a lesbian. Though Cindy had of course wondered about such things, and been curious about it, especially in college, it was something she had of course never acted upon. Her relationship with Susan had remained just that, a friendly relationship, until one evening after a night out with the girls, when she had finally succumbed to the need to let her hair down once again. They had gone out together for an evening of drinking and partying, and then ended back at the hotel room that four of them would be sharing, knowing full-well that none of them would be in any sort of shape to be driving home. She and Susan had split one of the rooms together. A room with a single bed, albeit a very large one. Even knowing that her friend was gay, she never once considered that the two of them would ever end up doing anything. Until they were. That same night, it had come about almost naturally. Cindy hadn't been dating, hadn't been seeing anyone in fact. And she was still hurt and feeling lonely. Without the fear of another man hurting her, it seemed safer, and even natural to allow Susan to comfort her in ways that only another woman could.

They had spent the entire day in bed together the following day. And had met several times after that as well. And though Cindy had certainly enjoyed the experience, and now knew she wasn't opposed to even exploring such with another woman again sometime, she didn't consider herself a lesbian now either. She still had desires to be with men, and eventually had done so, actually evolving to the point where she could basically have a one night stand, no strings attached sex, and come away from it with a smile on her face as opposed to feeling guilty about it as she'd done in the beginning.

She was here now tonight, to meet up with Susan, spend the evening just sharing drinks, having a few laughs before going home again. Susan was in a committed relationship now, so it was back to just being friends again, which was perfectly fine with her. Cindy smiled inwardly, following a few footsteps behind as she entered the club behind Mat's new wife. Odds were of course, she was just there to enjoy the evening with friends too. Just because Mat's wife was entering a lesbian bar, didn't make her one, no more than it did her. But, she was curious, and inwardly wondered at what the night might reveal to her.

Cindy was also confident that should Mat's wife see her, she wouldn't recognize her, even from any photo's that Mat might still have lying about, if any. She had been a blonde back then, short hair, and even wore glasses. She had eventually allowed her own natural hair color to come back in, dying it as well of course, which was now a very dark brown, and well past her shoulders wearing it thick and full. In addition, she'd taken to wearing contacts, and had even gone so far as to changing her eye color in wearing them from hazel, to blue. Even Mat hadn't seen her since she'd dyed her hair a few month's back, so as far as he knew, she was still a blonde. 

Cindy felt a little giddy, even wicked perhaps as she entered the bar, quickly spotting her friends. Though likewise taking note of where Renee' was now sitting, literally only two chairs distance from her at the adjoining table. At the first opportunity she had, she motioned for Susan to follow her into the bathroom, which she did.

Susan knew her dear friend all too well, and could see by the look in her eyes, and the expression on her face, that she had a story to tell.

"Did you catch that tall, good-looking redhead that came in and sat down close to me at the other table?" Cindy asked.

"How could I not?" Susan grinned, actually licking her lips. I might be in a committed relationship now, but it certainly doesn't stop me from looking. Why? You interested in maybe hitting on her or something?" Susan mused.

"Sort of, but not for the reasons you're thinking," Cindy chuckled. "I think that's Mat's wife Renee'!"

Susan turned looking as though she could see through the wall, turning back a moment later. "You sure? You really think that's his wife and not just someone that looks like her?"

"Pretty sure. I did see a photo of her on Mat's desk a while back, and I'm willing to bet that's her."

"Still doesn't mean that it is. And even if it is, she could be here with friends, just like you are. Doesn't mean she's a lesbian, or even bi-sexual for that matter. She could be here just wanting to have a good time with the girls, just like you."

"I already considered that. And that's probably the case too, even if it is really her. But it might be fun finding out, why she really is here, and more importantly, to discover if it really is her too."

"And then what?" Susan asked. "Towards what end if it is?"

"I don't know yet. I think I'll play that one by ear, first things first though. Let's see if we can find out for sure one way or the other."

Susan grinned. "Then ask her to dance."

"What?"

"Best way in the world to find out. Watch her for a bit, get a feel for her so to speak, and then when the time is right, go over there and ask her to dance. Even if it isn't her, no harm no foul right?"

"Right!" Cindy agreed, and then headed back out to her table.

**

Cindy sat sipping on her drink, keeping an eye on the woman she was pretty sure was Renee', finally hearing it confirmed when one of the other women she was sitting with called her that. Now she was one hundred percent sure this was indeed Mat's wife. "But why was she here?" Cindy mused silently to herself. "Like me? Just with friends?" But she was more than curious now too. When the time came for her to make a move, she took it. Two of the girls she'd been sitting with stood up to dance, leaving Renee' to be sitting alone. With Susan likewise looking for opportunity, she also stood, taking Joyce by hand leading her off to the dance floor as well. That now left Cindy sitting alone, only a few feet away from where Renee' was sitting, and quite naturally, the two of them sort of glanced in one another's direction for a moment. It was now or never.

"Would you like to dance?" Cindy asked. And to her surprise, Renee' nodded her head, standing.

Cindy surprised herself, reaching her hand out, as Renee' took it, now allowing herself to be led off to one side of the floor, purposely doing so as the lights were purposely a bit dimmer here. It wasn't uncommon to see a few intimate personal touches taking place over in this area as the women danced together. And though Cindy had no designs on actually doing anything either, the simple beat of the music, and the words being sung were suggestive enough to allow for it. In seconds, she and Renee' were sliding against one another, occasionally bumping, before pressing against one another again, in a rather suggestive sort of way. Obviously Renee' was really into it, and no novice about it either by the looks of things. Cindy was suddenly glad that she had chosen to wear a fairly low-cut blouse, showing just enough cleavage without it being too much. In addition, she had also worn a black lacy bra that would hint at even more flesh hidden beneath, along with a reasonably short skirt that showed off her still toned legs. Something she noticed Renee' looking at as they danced. 

Even when the music stopped, and Cindy half expected Renee' to walk off the dance floor, back to her table, she didn't. Hesitating, perhaps expectantly, and then asking. "Another?"

Cindy nodded in agreement, even upon realizing that the next song was to be slow and sensual. Renee' noticing it too, though drawing Cindy towards her then without any hesitation. Cindy had full breasts, not overly large, especially for her five-five frame. But Renee' truly did have large breasts, and whether they were real or fake, Cindy would have been hard pressed to tell the difference as the two of them actually came together now, intimately close as Cindy encircled her arms about the woman's neck, and as she, encircled her arms about Cindy's waist, their respective breasts pressing firmly and snuggly against one another as they danced. To her surprise, Cindy felt a naughty little chill of lust and desire actually running up and down her spine, and wondered if Renee' might be experiencing something similar herself.

As they danced, they finally spoke. "I haven't seen you in here before," Renee' questioned. "Do you come here very often?"

"Not very often, no...once a month perhaps, you know...just to let my hair down a little." Renee' laughed at that, shaking her own red mane of hair back and forth just a little. She looked very seductive when doing that, and Cindy couldn't help wondering if she was trying to be just that...seductive.

"Maybe that's why I haven't seen you in here before either. I don't come here very often myself, you know...work and all."

"Ditto that," Cindy offered, once more feeling the purposeful press of the woman's breasts against hers, along with a touch of leg as she more or less slithered up and down against her for a moment.

"So...you here with anyone?" Renee' asked, though Cindy was pretty sure she'd already guessed the answer to that.

"Nope, and not committed to anyone else either," she offered, wondering if Renee' would in fact offer the same up to her, though she didn't. She simply smiled upon hearing that.

This time when the song ended, they walked back to their tables again, though still holding hands. And this time, after seating again, turning towards one another instead, continuing their conversation, as well as their light intimate touching. Cindy smiled inwardly at the slow soft caress of the woman's hand as it ran up from her knee, falling just short of the hem of her skirt where it stopped, gently caressing and squeezing that spot for a moment.

After ordering a fresh round of drinks, Cindy took that opportunity to move her chair more closely to the one Renee' was sitting in. And then Renee' likewise adjusting her own so that they had purposely turned themselves a bit further away from prying eyes. When Cindy felt the soft delicate trace of a finger along the side of her breast, she knew then that this was headed into some interesting territory, and found herself even more curious, and more determined now than ever to see where it might actually end up.

Maybe it was wrong. But Cindy couldn't help herself. This was after all Mats' wife, and she was curious to discover just how far this gorgeous young woman was willing to take things. Cindy knew she had a few years on her, though not many. But she also felt confident in the way she looked, especially as she had kept herself in shape and worked out regularly. She might have been in her early thirties, but Cindy knew she certainly didn't look like it.

"You know what I need...is a smoke," Renee' suggested. As it was a smoke-free bar, they would have to go outside, and well away from the building too.

"I don't smoke," Cindy told her, though she had stood. "But I will go out with you, it is getting pretty hot in here." Cindy wondered if Renee' would catch her meaning, not at all surprised when she did.

"Isn't it though?" Renee' purred sensually. "I'm actually quite damp myself...in several places," she smiled wantonly, purposefully. 

"Ditto that," Cindy replied, accepting Renee's hand now as she led her outside towards the parking lot. 

"Over here," Renee' told her. "I left my smokes in the car."

Cindy almost choked as she followed behind, arriving at a black BMW, very similar to one that she knew Mat preferred driving now. She wondered in fact if it actually was his car, or if he actually drove something different now, though she didn't ask it of course.

Renee' opened her door, and then leaned over reaching inside for her smokes no doubt, before turning around again, surprisingly still holding onto Cindy's hand. "This is awful I know, but I don't recall hearing your name!"

For a moment Cindy was flustered, and then through out the first name that came to her. "Samantha. Samantha Jones." The moment she'd said that, she regretted it. Especially when she saw the surprised look on Renee's face.

"Really? Just like the character in..."

"Sex in the city? Yes. I know. I got teased about that a lot there for a while. Thankfully, I don't really look like her at all."

"No...you don't," Renee' said actually running her tongue over her upper lip briefly. "You're much prettier, and sexier too," she added.

Cindy actually felt herself blushing upon hearing that, though mentally making a note to herself to draw Susan back into the bathroom again as soon as possible and inform her of the name she had chosen, stupid as it was. She didn't want there to be any slip ups now...especially if any of this was headed where she thought it was headed.




Payback's a Bitch



"As are you," Cindy now offered. "And I really enjoyed the way you felt pressing against me on the dance floor," she threw out.

"They're real you know," Renee' spoke without specifically stating what. And then as though to prove the point, she lifted Cindy's hand, which she'd still been holding, pressing it against herself. "Go ahead, feel and find out."

"I didn't doubt that they were," Cindy offered, though taking advantage of the invite to explore that confirmation for herself. She could feel Renee's nipple, already hardened beneath the soft silky-like bra she was wearing.

"Ooh, that's nice," she purred once again, actually tilting her head back just a bit, closing her eyes. "I love having my nipples played with."

Cindy took that as a suggestion to continue on, even more so. Which she did. Glancing only once back over her shoulder towards the side door of the club, though no one else was currently standing outside with them yet. For the moment at least, they were all alone. A simple tug pulled the shirttail out of the woman's skirt. Once Cindy had accomplished that, she reached up and behind, the clasp coming away in her hands a second later. All at once, her hands were filled with the fullness of Renee's soft full breasts as she pushed the cups up and away from them, likewise pushing up the front of her blouse along with so that she could actually see what she was playing with. Renee' was wild with desire as she'd done that. Suddenly drawing Cindy's head down in order to suckle one, simultaneously begging her to do something else as well.

"Finger me. Finger my cunt. I'm not wearing any panties," she exclaimed.

Cindy quickly confirmed that aspect as well. With one hand still cupping a breast, fingering the taut nipple she found there, and her mouth busily engaged on the other, she quickly wormed her free hand downwards, and then easily up the woman's now parted skirt. In moments, she had one finger, and then two, plowing in and out of the woman's wet juicy split.

"Oh yes, yes! Fuck me baby, fuck me! Finger my cunt baby! Finger me, make me cum!"

Cindy reveled in the moment, for several reasons. But truth was, she really was enjoying this too. It had in fact been a while since she'd actually played with another woman, let alone anyone else. And she found that she had missed doing so. She enjoyed the feel of power as well, the manipulation and direction of the woman's pleasure as she guided it first one way, and then the other. Only when Renee's voice threatened to alert anyone who might happen to be within hearing distance of them did she finally relent, now determined to get the woman off one way or the other. She pushed Renee' down into her car seat, sitting sideways, as she lifted one leg, anchoring it through the car window. With a wicked grin on her face, Cindy actually knelt down in front of her then, and just as quickly began to assault the woman's near hairless pussy with her lips and tongue. It was perhaps a good thing that Cindy hadn't been wearing a wig, or Renee' would have no doubt yanked it off her head. Even then, she pulled just enough for it to hurt a little, though Cindy weathered all that easily enough, more content to bring this woman a very intense and satisfying orgasm. It was her intent after all, to do so again.

"Fuck that was good!" Renee' finally managed, only then straightening herself up some. "Better than good in fact," she added, fishing out a mirror from her purse in order to give herself a once over before going in again. "And now...it's your turn," she offered turned to face Cindy.

And as much as she would have liked that, Cindy knew that she wanted to set the hook a bit more firmly in place. "I wish I had more time tonight, and I would," she explained. "But it's getting late, and I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow." She saw the look of true disappointment in the woman's eyes. "But I really would like to see you again, perhaps meet up some place, and soon too." Renee's look turned to one of pure relief upon hearing that, especially as Cindy wrote down her cell number, giving it to her. She had long ago programmed her phone for personal reasons so that her name would never appear, only the number. "And how about yours?" She hoped.

To her delight, Renee' gave it to her. So now at least, if she did call, Cindy would know which name to use when answering the phone whenever she did.

"I need to run in and say goodnight to my friends," Cindy explained. "And while I'm doing that, you should probably enjoy that smoke you never had."

Renee' laughed openly at that. "Yeah, I think I will. Especially now," she giggled even more, actually lighting one up, but not before sharing a brief farewell kiss with Cindy, before she headed back into the bar again.

Cindy looked back briefly before entering, saw Renee' wave at her, and waved back. And then headed quickly over to where Susan and her friends were. One look told Susan it was time to head to the bathroom again.

**

It was two days before Cindy received the phone call she'd been hoping for. It was Friday morning, and she nearly screwed things up when she answered the phone. She had always answered by saying, "Hi, this is Cindy," just catching herself, and saying simply, "hello" instead, recognizing the name and number upon answering.

"Samantha? Renee'. Listen, I was wondering if you might be free this evening," she said, hopefulness in her tone of voice. Cindy paused for a moment as though thinking.

"No, no real plans on this end Renee' what do you have in mind? The club?"

"No, I was thinking more along the lines of dinner together, and then maybe...well, I've sort of taken the liberty of booking a room, thinking that maybe we could have an after dinner drink together...or something."

"Or something sounds nice too," Cindy teased back. "Where? And when?"

She hung up the phone, shaking her head. Ironic as hell that it was at the same fucking hotel that she'd once caught Mat and his co-worker in. Maybe it was a sign. And if it was. She was good with that.

**

Cindy had chosen to wear one of her more provocative outfits, without going totally overboard again either. One of her favorite little black dresses, just elegant enough to be worn on any occasion, with thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders, just enough support to keep the front of her somewhat low-cut dress from revealing too much boob, especially as she'd be going braless this time, and a skirt just short enough to not reveal too much thigh either. Knee high nylons, no panties this time, with black pumps completed the look. 

Renee' was already waiting for her outside when she arrived. She too was dressed sexily, without drawing too much attention to herself. She had worn a red pleated skirt, that hinted at a school-girl look without actually going there. She likewise wore a somewhat form fitting, lightweight cashmere sweater that really did accentuate the woman's full breasts. And even with a bra on, the tell-tale sign of twin hard little nipples pressing against the material was a dead give-away as to the woman's arousal. Once more they came together, though kissing chastely, as dear friends without making a scene should anyone be looking. Though Renee' did take that moment to whisper into Cindy's ear when she did.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she half moaned, half breathed. "And I'm so fucking wet, I'm apt to stick to my seat after sitting down."

"I take it you're not wearing any panties either then," Cindy offered, seeing a nice surprised, and now knowing look on the woman's face. Once more they walked hand in hand into the restaurant, and then stood waiting to be seated. Their host approached. 

"Would you care for a table? Or a booth?" He asked.

"I think a booth," Renee' said answering for them both, though turning, and receiving a look of approval from Cindy as they followed him over to one side, well away from several other patrons. "Perfect," she said sliding in on one side, as Cindy slid in on the other, though the two of them now meeting somewhere in the middle of the semi-circular seat they had chosen. Beyond, a few tables, some seated, some not. Not particularly busy for a Friday, at this time of night. But it was early yet. The waiter had already come and taken both their drink and dinner order, having just returned with two glasses, and a carafe of wine.

"A toast, to what I hope will be a very enjoyable, and pleasurable evening...for both of us," Cindy added.

Renee' clinked glasses with her in agreement. "And let me assure you, it will be too, after all...I really do owe you one."

"Just one?" Cindy joked, to which Renee' of course boldly laughed.

"Let's just say, to many...many tonight. Starting with this one," she grinned wickedly. And as she said that, she felt Renee's hand worming itself down between her legs, as she easily spread them for her in order to accommodate her seeking fingers to her sex. "Oh my...you're already nice and wet," Renee' spoke almost a little too loudly.

"See? You're not the only one who's apt to be sticking to their seat before dinner's over. Which reminds me. We should probably ask the waiter for a couple of additional napkins too, just in case."

"Good idea," Renee' agreed, and then sipped on her wine looking out over some of the tables as her fingers slowly slid in and out of Cindy's hot, wet, cunt.

**

Cindy had one very nice little orgasm half way through her dinner. And then reciprocated, by giving Renee' one, while finishing desert. Soon after they headed upstairs to their room. Clothes came off in a hurry after that, without much fan-fair or preliminaries. Both women were in need, horny as hell, and wanting. Which is just where Cindy knew she needed Renee' to be. Hornier than she'd ever been, and begging for more even afterwards. It was imperative to her plan that they soon come together again.

But for now at least, setting all that aside. There was no reason why she couldn't thoroughly, and completely enjoy herself. And especially after discovering one more little secret that Renee' had shared with her. She liked it a bit rough.

They had stood there waiting for the elevator to come down and take them up to their room on the 16th floor of the hotel. "I'm so fucking horny, I could eat you all the way up, regardless of whoever's in there," Renee' teasingly suggested.

The elevator arrived, and two people got off as Renee' and Cindy stepped on. Unfortunately, one single guy jumped on behind them as well just as the doors began closing.

"Floor?" Renee' asked with just a little bit of a tone in her voice.

"Twelve please," he stated allowing Renee' to push the button's for him. Cindy had actually stepped back slightly behind Renee' in order to give the man plenty of rooms distance between them. With an evil smile on her face, she suddenly reached around, lifting Renee's skirt up just enough, to allow herself to run one of her fingers up and down her still slick furrow. The movement didn't go unnoticed either.

"Think you can cum before we get to our floor?" Cindy asked as her finger continued to strum the hard little nubin that she found there.

"Oh hell yes!" Renee' moaned. "Just keep doing that, keep rubbing my clit, just like that!" She groaned deeply. Cindy looked over at the stranger that had gotten on with them. She wasn't at all surprised to see him staring at the two of them, his mouth halfway hanging open, and oddly enough, one hand actually palming the front of his pants, no doubt in some fanciful expectation perhaps.

"Don't even think about taking it out," Cindy warned. "Or I'll bite the fucker off for you," she added, meaning it. "And not in a good way either."

The minute the doors opened on the twelfth floor, the stranger ran. Literally. Both Cindy and Renee' laughed at that, allowing the doors to once again close by themselves as Cindy continued fingering the woman's pussy.

"You'd better fucking hurry cunt, or I'll make you take off all your clothes and walk to the room naked if you don't make it. And no faking it either, you know I can tell," Cindy warned. 

Renee' stood, holding onto the railing in the elevator as the doors opened, her knees weak, shaking as she climaxed, the growl in her voice accentuating the feel of her pleasure as she came. Which of course startled the somewhat young couple who'd entered, and then nearly got off again. 

"You should try it," Cindy told the two of them. "It's really quite exhilarating!"

The young woman was blushing, the young man was smiling as the doors closed.

"Alright bitch, get your ass to the room. You need to eat my pussy!"

**

Cindy smiled inwardly watching as Renee' fumbled with the card-key for a moment, needing to slide it again before the door actually opened. She even stood back, holding the door as Cindy stepped by, taking a moment to reach out and almost painfully tweak on one of the woman's breasts.

"That's for screwing up on the door," she reiterated, and then walked over towards the enormous bed, standing in front of it. She slowly turned, seeing the look of pure lust and desire etched in the woman's face. "Now, hurry up and finish undressing me, and then yourself. I want you naked and between my legs in about a minute after that."

Cindy was fairly sure it had taken less than a minute before Renee' was in fact licking her clit. It had been a while for that too, and she was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.

She allowed Renee' to bring her as close to the edge as she dared without going over. Then she would stop her, and tell her to stand up there on the bed, and play with herself as she watched until she was ready to go again. Renee' was more than willing to do that, and seemed to become more and more aroused the longer this particular game continued.

"Ok, get down here and fuck me with your tit!" Cindy demanded. At first Renee' looked bewildered as to what she meant. "Get on your fucking hands and knees, and fuck my cunt with your tit!" She said a bit more sternly, though spreading her own legs even more obscenely than they already were. Renee' now realizing what was intended and required, quickly taking up a position, balancing herself with one hand, the other clasping her own breast, now pressing it against the wet, juicy folds of Cindy's cunt. "Oh fuck, yeah...that's it baby, that's it. Titty-fuck my pussy baby, titty-fuck me!"

It was a thrill feeling Renee's soft, firm breast pressing fully against her own cunt. That, and the tease of a very hard, very erect nipple likewise dueling with her own hardened clit.

"Want me to titty-fuck you after this?" Cindy asked.

"Oh yes, hell yes!" Renee' half spat, a now wild look in her eyes as she continued rubbing her breast back and forth, up and down, and then side to side at Cindy's direction.

"Too bad, maybe later, or maybe even next time," she told the woman instead. "Right now, I want you cunt to cunt with me. So get your ass over, and up her, and settle in between my legs," she instructed.

Quick as a bunny, Renee' had done that, taking up a scissor-like position, their respective legs now over and under one another, bare pussy to almost bare pussy, pressing all slick and juicy against one another.

"That's it. Now hump me baby, grind away. Smear that sticky sweet cunt of yours against mine. Make my clitty cum, and don't you dare fucking cum until I do either, or I won't eat that pussy of yours later if you do."

Cindy knew it was near torture for her, trying not to cum herself, all the while doing her level best to ensure that Cindy did. And eventually she did too. Her orgasm intense, sweet, and electrifying, seeing the screwed up expression and struggle on Renee's face.

And then it was time for some tenderness. And she knew as she did that, that Renee' was now putty in her hands.

**

Cindy knew how much Renee' enjoyed having her nipples played with while she was being eaten. And as such, she gently pulled, twisted, or even tapped them, occasionally molding them with her hands as her lips teased, sucked, and her tongue flicked and licked in conjunction with that. Renee' was soon delirious with rapture and desire, begging for release.

Cindy let her come twice, and then forced her against her own will into a third, though she succumbed to that even more intensely than the previous two.

"Oh my god Samantha! You're going to be the death of me, and I'm not kidding either. Being with you, well...it's beyond anything I've ever known before."

"Man or woman?" Cindy tossed.

"Man or woman," Renee' acknowledged, finally collapsing fully onto the bed again, though Cindy had stood to dress.

"You really have to go so soon? We have the room all night you know."

"Sorry yes, I need to go," Cindy stated without further explanation. "But..."

"But?"

"I'd enjoy doing this again next week. Shall we say Friday again? Same place, same time?" Cindy saw the worried hesitation and knew there was some sort of conflict perhaps. "Unless you'd rather not," Cindy probed.

"Oh no, it's not that...it's just that,"

"Other plans? Someone else perhaps?" Cindy teased still slowly dressing, only then cupping her still bare breasts briefly before covering them up with her dress again.

"Friday. We'll meet again on Friday."

"Ok, but this time it's my turn to treat. I'll get the room and let you know which one to meet me in. No sense wasting time on dinner next time. I think there will be plenty enough to eat in the room, wouldn't you agree?"

"I couldn't agree more," Renee' quipped, rolling over onto her side, one hand actually down between her legs again. "I'm already looking forward to it."

"I can see that," Cindy smiled, looking down between the woman's legs. "I'll call you on Thursday then, and see you Friday, yes?"

"Yes!" Renee' moaned, her fingers already busy between her legs.

**

"You're sure you know what you're doing," Susan wondered.

"I'm sure," Cindy told her over the phone. "And besides, I really am having fun. She can lick pussy almost as good as you do," Cindy teased.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, but unfortunately, unless Joyce says it's ok...we'll have to wait on that for a bit."

"Yeah right," Cindy laughed. "Joyce would never let you eat my pussy, or let me eat yours again either. She'd be too afraid that the two of us would like it too much, and want to do it again."

"Well we would wouldn't we?" Susan continued teasing, though soon getting serious again. "Please babe...like I said, Just be careful about all this, it really could get ugly if you're not careful."

"Ugly is what I'm hoping for. Talk to you on Saturday, let you know how things went then."

**

Cindy was actually looking forward to seeing Mat on Monday. Normally she'd have sent over the attorney that handled things for her, and then signed off on the paperwork afterwards. But not this time. This had been one of the original property investments they'd initially gone in on together, while married. Completed now, after several years of reconstruction and improvements, they'd found a buyer who was more than willing to pay the asking price. Cindy felt this was actually worthwhile in meeting Mat there to finalize the deal.

It hadn't taken long, a quick walk through to go over any last minute problems or concerns, though there were none. Signed paperwork, with keys now in hand, the new owner went off to make preparations for moving himself in.

Cindy walked over to the bluff, a nice little spot that had a perfect unobstructed view of a magnificent meadow below. She and Mat had once made love here on this very spot. She wondered if he was remembering that as she heard his footfalls in the soft grass as he approached her.

"Finally did it didn't we?" He asked still approaching. And to her surprise as she turned, he held up a bottle of champagne, and two glasses. "Thought we could at least celebrate over a glass now that this one's done," he offered. 




Payback's a Bitch



"At the very least over a glass of wine," Cindy said accepting hers. "Though once upon a time, we'd celebrate deals like this in other ways," she said leaving off the obvious, once more staring out over the trees towards the valley below, sipping her drink.

She felt Mat stepping up beside her, likewise looking out, sipping on his own drink. "Yeah, I remember, and to be honest Cindy. I'm sorry, I really am sorry that things turned out the way that they did. There's a lot of things I miss. Especially things like this, like today, and the way we used to celebrate a sale like this, and not just with champagne either."

"You remember the first time we came up here to look over the old place? And how we knew, even back then, that one day we'd be up here again, only selling it, not buying it this time?"

"I remember," Mat said softly. "It was right here in fact, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, there were a lot of firsts for us that day as I recall. It was the first time I'd ever sucked you off and let you cum in my mouth wasn't it?"

Mat laughed, remember. "Good god, you still remember that?"

"Well of course I do, I remember seeing the look in your eyes when you tried warning me off, and then realizing I had every intention of drinking down your cum when you came. As I recall, you said it was the best fucking blow-job of your entire life!"

"Still is...was," Mat amended, looking a bit sheepish.

"Oh come on now honey, don't tell me that, that new sweet sexy wife of yours doesn't enjoy sucking your cock."

"Well no, of course she does. It's just that, well...she doesn't like, well...you know,"

"Drinking your spunk you mean? Swallowing the semen? That what you mean?"

"Jesus Cindy, you know damn well that's exactly what I mean, but shit...I mean, hearing you..."

"Talking nasty you mean? Dirty? Filthy? I like doing that now Mat. A lot has changed in me since we were together, I've learned a lot, experienced a lot...done a lot. Hell, I've even learned to love eating pussy now. What do you think about that?"

"No shit. Really? You've, you've been with...women?"

"Oh hell yes, and I love it to. Especially love naughty little threesomes, another woman, or another man, either one. Damn fucking fun."

"Holy fucking shit Cindy, you really have changed haven't you?"

"Yeah, too bad you weren't around to see that, who knows, maybe things might have ended up different between us."

Cindy took a chance and glanced over, and then down. Sure enough, there was an obvious bulge pressing against Mat's pants. She had a hard time suppressing a smile as she looked away again. "Bet you have an erection don't you?" Cindy asked, once more looking over and down again, though Mat did too.

"How could I not?" He questioned almost a bit hopefully. "Like I said, best fucking blow-job I've ever had."

Cindy stood silent for a moment as though thinking. "What would you say if I were to say maybe I should do so again, for old times sake. Closing this particular deal the way we started it. What would you say to that?"

"I'd say that you're not really being serious, and just teasing me. Though I'd love it, if you really were serious about doing that."

Cindy then turned towards him, and began lowering the zipper on his pants. Undoing his belt, and then pulling down his pants and briefs, Mat stood there before her, his raging cock only inches away from her face, throbbing of it's own accord.

"I'd almost forgotten how big and hard you can get," Cindy told her Ex-husband, and then wrapped her lips around his prick, softly sucking, teasing, just as she'd done so many years ago now.

Cindy prided herself now on her ability to suck cock. She'd learned many valuable lessons, and knew even now as she sucked on Mat's prick once again, it would be even better than it had been back then. She teased, tickled, sucked and licked, bringing Mat so close to the edge before backing off again, that he was actually trembling.

"Oh fuck SIN!" He cried out, calling her by the pet name he used to use for her whenever they were fooling around together, especially when he was horny, like he was now. It had been a long time since she'd heard him call her that, and she realized she'd actually missed it.

"You like huh?" She asked, mouthing the words around his cock, still sucking. "Better than the last time even?" She asked again, still sucking.

"Oh fuck, way better," Mat trembled, shaking even more now, his knees actually starting to buckle a little. "Please Sin, please...let me cum now, I'm fucking dying to cum."

"Ok, but only if you watch me taking it. You would like that wouldn't you Mat? Seeing your hot sticky cum spurting into my mouth?" She was jacking him now, slowly, yet steadily. One hand cupping and gently squeezing his balls, something that never failed to bring about his orgasm.

Mat stood, looking down at her, eyes open, yet almost glassy. Hands on his own hips for support as he gazed down at her.

"Ready baby?" Cindy asked. "Ready to give me that first delicious spurt of yours?"

"Oh fuck baby, yes! Yes!" And then suddenly, he was indeed filling her mouth. Cindy took what she could, holding the rest of it inside her mouth, allowing him to see, just as she'd done before, and then swallowing...once more opening her mouth to show him that she had indeed taken it.

"How was that?"

"Incredible," he said honestly. "Fucking incredible!"

"Glad you liked. Now...now it's your turn to do me baby. Time for you to lick my pussy until I cum. And then afterwards, when you're nice and hard again...you can fuck me. I mean after all, we really should end this the same way we started it so long ago, wouldn't you agree?"

Mat was almost shell-shocked by his ex-wife's words and demeanor. This was so totally different from the way he once knew her to be. Admittedly, it was hot...sexy, and erotic. But a little unnerving as well. It was almost like he was with a stranger, a woman he didn't really know, especially with her new look, the dark hair, and blue eyes now. It really was like being with a completely different woman than the one he'd once known, and been married too.

Maybe he didn't eat pussy as well as his own wife did, but he could certainly still fuck well. Better than she'd had in a while too. And she even told him that. Not about the pussy licking, but certainly about the fucking. She'd cum twice while doing that, once doggy...one of her favorites, and specifically because he'd fucked her doggy here too after all. And then standing, much to his surprise as she placed one foot on his leg for support, and then cunted him, fucking him that way while standing until he eventually managed to get her off again, as well as his self.

"Well, I guess that completes our business then," Cindy said beginning to dress. It was in fact the last of the original properties they had gone in together. Everything else had been purchased and acquired separately. 

"Yeah, I guess...no more celebrations huh?"

"I guess not. Though I have to admit Mat, it was really good. Almost too good now wasn't it?"

"Really good," he agreed. "So good, that to be honest, I'd like to do it again."

"So you'd be ok with the two of us sort of doing this in secret then? No one else knowing? Just us? I mean after all, should anyone find out, it could hurt the business, you know...reputation and all."

"Yeah, the business," Mat agreed. "Just our secret, no reason for anyone..." Mat emphasized, "to ever know or find out."

"Maybe," Cindy said as though mulling it over. "Tell you what. Let me think about it for a bit. And then when I decide, one way or the other, I'll call you. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good to me," Mat hoped. And then Cindy kissed her ex softly on the cheek before heading off towards her car.

Things were indeed working out perfectly.

**

It was Saturday, and Cindy knew that Susan would be jumping at the bit to hear what had happened. She even answered on the first ring, no doubt anticipating and expecting the call. She didn't even say hello.

"Spill it!" She'd said excitedly. "What happened?"

"Well, like I told you. I left an extra key card for Mat to pick up at the front desk. I'd first given him explicit instructions to follow, telling him he wasn't to show up before eight, and no later than eight ten. If he was late, he'd find the door latched, and I wouldn't even open it outside of the time I'd given him. I told him that I'd have a surprise waiting for him when he came into the room, if he showed up specifically when I told him to. As planned, I had met Renee' about seven and took her up to the room. I teased her for a bit, and then told her I wanted to blindfold her, and tie her to the bed so that I could tease the hell out of her. Naturally, she was all for it."

"Fuck! I would be too!" Susan laughed. "But go on, what happened next?"

"Well after she was blindfolded, and tied up to the bed, I then decided to tell her that my name really wasn't Samantha Jones. I then told her what my real name was, though even then...it didn't seem to dawn on her what I'd just told her. I think she was still pretty confused as to why I had lied to her about it in the first place, though I was laying there still tweaking her nipples with my fingers, and flicking her clit with my tongue. Not like I wasn't dividing her attention considerably, which was part of my plan."

Susan laughed. "I can only imagine what must have been going through her head at the time, that...and imagining how she must have looked laying there with you between her legs, waiting for Mat to arrive. What time was it then anyway?"

"About a quarter to. Still had plenty of time before Mat was expected, and I wanted her good and horny, and thoroughly confused, which she was. As I continued tonguing her clit, and licking her pussy, it finally did dawn on her who I really was, and then she did sort of freak out a little."

"No shit! And then what?"

"Well, you probably won't believe what happened next. I untied her."

"You did what? Why?"

"I decided that what had happened between Mat and I really wasn't her fault, and had nothing to do with her. So I untied her, told her to get dressed as I went on to explain what my original intentions had been. I also told her that Mat was due to arrive at any moment now, and though he wouldn't walk in and see the two of us doing anything as I had planned, it was enough to know maybe that we had been. I then told her everything that had happened. Of course, she was furious at first, not so much with me...but with Mat. And then I reminded her that she'd been doing the same thing with me behind Mat's back, and that maybe she needed to think about that a little before she went off on him after he got there."

"So what happened after he did arrive?"

"Well, as expected he came into the room about five after eight. The two of us were sitting on the bed at that point, both dressed of course. Naturally, he was quite surprised and bewildered. Actually, the look on his face was priceless. I am sure his initial thought was, "I'm fucked!" which might not have been such a bad thing all things considered. After all, he had NO clue that his wife and I had been fooling around at this point. Since he looked like he was about to faint, I then told him to sit down in the chair across from the two of us. Which is when I then told him that Renee' and I had been fooling around together, and that I had just a short time ago, told Renee' about the two of us. By the look in his eyes, I am sure he was as shocked, and afraid as any man can be, not knowing what to expect from his wife, nor how to react to the knowledge of what she and I had been doing."

Susan had been literally holding her breath. "Obviously there's more...so don't leave me hanging there Cindy, what the hell happened then?"

"At this point I knew the two of them were about to go off on one another after realization had settled in, and perhaps on me too. So I then said, 'OK listen you two, I'm only going to say this once. And you'd better think about what I'm telling you two, before you go off and say or do anything. For starters, I honestly have enjoyed being with Renee'. That wasn't an act, and I'd actually like to continue doing so. If she still wants to that is. And as far as Mat goes, well...the way I see it, bygones are bygones at this point. Everything that happened is a thing of the past, and should now be left there. However, I don't mind saying I enjoyed sucking his cock, and getting fucked by him again either. And thus, as long as he and Renee' were cool with that, I'd like that to continue to. I also said, that going forward, it was an all three thing, or nothing at all. I wasn't going to do anything to anyone without the other's being aware, or involved. That's when I said I was going down to the lobby bar for a drink, and give them some time to discuss all this, or decide what they wanted to do without my being there. Which I did. So I left, headed down to the bar, had a couple of drinks, and then returned to the room thirty minutes later."

"Where they still there?"

"In fact, they were. They were both sitting there on the bed waiting for me."

"So what did they decide to do?"

"Well, I think the fact that they were both naked when I came back into the room again said it all. Needless to say, the three of us had an amazing night together."

"Oh my! Do tell baby, do tell!"

Cindy laughed, and then began telling her in explicit detail just exactly what happened.

"Ever had a nice hard cock drilling your pussy, and another woman's mouth busily licking and sucking your clit at the same time?" There was a weak 'No', on the other end of the line as Cindy continued. "Me either, but let me tell you kiddo, that was fucking hot. And then I did the same to Renee' of course, licking her sweet cunt while Mat fucked her the same way. After that...well, we just flowed from one thing into another. Mat enjoyed getting a nice double-blowjob of course, with Renee' and I passing his prick back and forth like it was a baton in a race. Even when he came, we continued taking turns with it, gobbling up his spunk, and then kissing one another, passing his cream back and forth until the two of us had finally swallowed it all. After that, Mat sat back in a chair in order to recuperate while Renee' and I humped cunts for a bit. That seemed to do it for him, and he was soon hard again."

"Speaking of humping cunts, how'd you like to come over here and hump mine?" Susan asked. "You've made us so fucking horny, that we can't even see straight."

"Us?"

"Yeah, us. Oh, did I forget to mention that Joyce is here with me and that she's been listening to all this too? And the fact, she's got two fingers inside my cunt at this very moment. So yeah...I said us, how's that grab you?"

"Sounds like I need to be grabbed, by the two of you. Tell you what, I'll finish getting dressed and come right over. I'll tell you the rest of the story then."

"Don't bother getting dressed, you won't be for long anyway," Susan quipped.

"That actually sounds like naughty fun too. Tell you what, I'll just throw on my robe, and nothing else. Be there in ten."

"We'll be looking forward to that."

Minutes later, Cindy was out the door.

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