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A Wife's Revenge

By: Raool



Debbie stood in front of the bathroom mirror and smoothed her eyebrows. She ran a brush through her short layered hair and gave it a liberal dousing of White Rain. She recently had cut it short, short like that actress on the tv show "Law and Order SVU". Cut it short at the request of her husband Mike. She turned the bathroom light off and walked into the bedroom. He was in bed reading. She leaned over and kissed him, it was 10:30 and she was leaving for work. She had been on the night shift at the hospital for the last 6 months and it was getting old. She got in her car and drove... around the block. She pulled into Kim's driveway and, as if on command, the garage door opened, swallowed her car and closed again. As she got out of her car she was handed a steaming mug of coffee. 

"Here, you're gonna need this," Kim said. "It's gonna be a long night."

Kim was her best friend. Well actually her second best friend. Her best friend was her next-door neighbor Tracy, but that was about to change, Kim was going to move up. 

They sat on the trunk of her car and watched. They drank their coffee, they talked and smoked a few cigarettes. But mostly they watched. She drew deeply on her Misty, god it tasted good. Mike hated cigarettes, in fact a few months ago he pretty much had given her an ultimatum. Lose the cigs or lose me. So she quit smoking... kind of. 

At 11:45 it happened. Their house was dark, but there was no mistaking the white door opening. A shadowy figure stepped out, turned and locked the door (can't be too careful nowadays, Deb thought) and scampered to the little yellow house next to theirs. A moments hesitation and the door opened. A stream of bright light spilled onto the stone driveway. In the doorway stood Tracy, her best friend, in a short black teddy. Mike stepped in and the door closed. 

Deb turned to Kim, her heart pounding a million times a minute, she felt lightheaded. There had been signs he was cheating, quite obvious ones, but until this moment there was still the slight hope... she would've given anything to have been wrong. She began to cry softly, Kim held her. After a moment she pulled back, wiped her eyes and said

"The bitch is mine!" 

The travel alarm went off at 7:15. Deb filled her mug with fresh coffee and went back to her perch on the trunk. At 7:30 Mike came out of their house to leave for work. She didn't know when he'd left Tracy's house, it didn't matter. As soon as he drove off she moved the car across the street and parked it in their garage. A couple of minutes later she came out of the house, still dressed in her nurse's uniform but carrying a small sports bag. 

She went directly to Tracy's, opened the screen door and knocked loudly on the wooden door. She waited a moment and knocked again. A pink curtain was lifted from the small window in the door before it was opened. Tracy wiped the sleep from her eyes and drew the robe tight around her. 

"Well good morning, sleepyhead," Deb chirped as she walked into the kitchen with Tracy. 

She sat at the kitchen table watching Tracy pour them each a cup of coffee. Tracy was adorable: very petite, big blue eyes and silky straight blonde hair that fell a deep 6 inches below her shoulders, almost to her bra strap. Tracy brought the coffee to the table and as she placed the cup in front of her, Deb made her move. She grabbed Tracy's hand and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrist. Taking advantage of Tracy's grogginess she stood, twisted Tracy's arm behind her back and cuffed it to her other wrist. 

"Hey! What the hell are you doing, Deb?" 

At this point Deb shoved Tracy onto a kitchen chair and was half pushing, half dragging it to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she sat on Tracy's lap. She dug in her sports bag and took out a roll of silver duct tape. She stood Tracy up and pulled the terrycloth robe down around her shoulders. As she had guessed, Tracy was still wearing the silky black teddy. She pulled on the end of the tape until it came free and began wrapping it around Tracy's chest, arms and back. She made 4 or 5 loops and shoved Tracy back onto the chair. She continued wrapping the tape around her, literally taping her to the chair. She was able to make about 20 loops before she ran out of tape, there was no way Tracy would get loose on her own. Deb had saved one large piece of tape and squished it directly over Tracy's lips to keep her quiet. 

She went into the kitchen and came back in with Tracy's cigarettes and lighter. She lit one and leaned back on the vanity. 

"Ok Tracy, here's the scoop. I know you're screwing my husband. There's no denying it: I didn't go to work last night. I watched you two." Tracy's eyes got big, she definitely was wide awake now. 

"As far as Michael is concerned, you can have the bastard... but as for you, my friend... my BEST friend, well I have something special in store for you." 

With this she tossed the cigarette into the toilet and turned to her bag. She stepped behind Tracy, a large nylon bristle brush in her hand. She slowly, gently, began to brush Tracy's blonde hair. While she brushed she talked, almost as if she was talking to herself. She talked how she'd suspected they'd been having the affair for about 6 months now, how it was odd that Mike had made her quit smoking while Tracy was practically a chain smoker, how funny it was that he wanted Deb to get her hair cut shorter, but Tracy had been growing hers. 

"Gee Tracy, you've been growing it out for what, about 6 months now?" 

Deb placed the brush on the counter and reached into her bag. She stood before Tracy with a wide-toothed comb in one hand and a pair of haircutting scissors in the other. Tracy's eyes looked at her pleadingly. 

Deb said, "Don't worry Tracy, all I'm gonna do is give you a little haircut."

She moved to Tracy's right side. Tracy turned her head to watch, her eyes following the shears. Deb gently turned Tracy's head to face straight. 

"Now you hold still and just watch yourself in the mirror. These bangs are way too long, I really need to trim them up a bit." 

She combed the bangs straight down onto Tracy's forehead. They only came to the brow level, Tracy had trimmed them herself just last week. Deb placed the shears about a half inch above the brow and snipped them straight across. Tracy closed her eyes and the soft hairs tumbled over them, down her cheeks, to her lap. Deb stepped back to admire her work. She ran her fingers through the flaxen length. 

"Hmmmm, now that your bangs are shorter, I think I need to cut the rest too."

She placed the opened shears a few inches from the ends, hesitated, raised them to the shoulders, hesitated again, raised them to the jawline... and slowly, succinctly, closed them. Tracy's eyebrows raised in horror as she watched 8 inches of blonde silk slide onto, then down her shoulder. The pale gold blonde a contrast to the jet black silk teddy. Deb giggled and with a fluid motion continued to slice away the bulk of Tracy's hair. 

Again Deb admired her work, she had left Tracy with a wonderfully short straight bob. 

"Y'know Tracy, you really look good in a bob, it suits you. Too bad. I'm taking you even shorter." 

She placed the scissors high on Tracy's forehead and began snipping. When she finished she stepped away and let Tracy look in the mirror. She was left with only a half inch fringe of bangs. Meanwhile Deb had pulled a set of electric clippers from her bag. 

"Now for the really fun part! This is an, ummmm, number 3 guard, let's see what it does." 

With a loud crack the clippers came to life. Deb stepped behind Tracy and pushed her head down. A tear trickled from Tracy's eye as Deb placed the vibrating teeth at her nape. They slowly climbed up the back of her neck. As they reached the occipital bone the hum changed, the vibration increased and made Tracy see double. When the clippers reached the crown Deb gave her wrist a flick. A handful of shorn locks plopped into Tracy's lap. Deb cooed and ran her fingers over the buzzed strip. 

"Oh Tracy, this is COOL!" 

She placed the clippers at the nape, next to the first strip and began to shear another. The handful of hair plopped in Tracy's lap next to the first one. Two more strips and Deb turned the clippers off. She rubbed the palm of her hand over the back of Tracy's head and giggled. when she ran her hand up Tracy's head it felt like bristles, but when she went down, it felt like soft fur. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, Tracy could see no difference, but her lap was filled with her own shorn locks, she knew the back of her head was bare. Deb turned the clippers on again and moved to the left side. She placed the teeth behind Tracy's ear and combed forward. Tracy watched in the mirror as the hair fell away, exposing her ear, making the side of her head look flat. Deb then moved to the right side and sheared it completely. Tracy stared in the mirror. What a sight she was. Her lovely blonde hair shorn close on the sides and back, a mop of soft hair left on top with a stupid looking stubble of bangs. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixed with snippets of her hair. 

Deb had now pulled another guard from her bag and was placing it on the clippers. 

"Lets see, number 4, a half inch... let's see what damage I can do with this."

She turned the clippers on, stepped behind Tracy and placed the teeth at her forehead. Tracy looked in the mirror at Deb, eyes pleading as if to say "please stop." A huge smile flashed across Deb's face as she ever so slowly drew the humming clippers straight back, following the part down the center of Tracy's head. She continued with this, strip after strip, mowing the entire top of Tracy's hair off. With each strip another handful of soft blonde hair fell onto Deb's feet, covering her white nurse's shoes completely. She turned the clippers off again and came around in front of Tracy. She smiled at her handiwork. Shorn back and sides, spiky, punky top. She had another idea. 

She took the guard off the clippers, she turned them on and placed them in front of Tracy's right ear. A numbness was beginning to wash over Tracy as she watched more and more of her hair fall away, but when the bare clippers touched her head she couldn't help but notice the almost soothing warmth of the bare teeth on her scalp. Deb used the width of the clippers as a guide and cut a swath from Tracy's right sideburn straight over her right ear, around the back of her head, over her left ear to her left sideburn. She then cleaned from the nape up to the shorn swath. She reached in Tracy's cabinet and pulled out a can of Gillette shave cream. 

"Hey, this is the same kind that Michael uses... fancy that huh?" 

Deb wet her hand and splashed some water onto Tracy's head. She squirted a puff of the cream into her hand and lathered the swath she had just clipped. "Now hold real still, would hate to cut you hon." She pulled Tracy's pastel Daisy safety razor from the cabinet and carefully cleaned the cream from her head. She wet the tip of Tracy's bath towel and wiped away the remaining cream. She couldn't resist touching the smooth nape. 

"Like a baby's bottom!" she squealed. "But still needs something... got it!" 

She went into the kitchen and came back with Tracy's full ashtray. She used Tracy's eyebrow tweezers to pluck the butts from the ashtray, tossing them into the toilet. She rummaged in the cabinet until she found the tube of Stiff Stuff hair gel. She squeezed a generous glob into the ashtray and stirred it with one of Tracy's eyebrow pencils. She dipped her fingers into the horrible-smelling dark grey goo and slathered the top of Tracy's head with it. She used Tracy's blow dryer and the wide-toothed comb to stick the cropped top into a full flattop effect. Then she used Tracy's Extra Hold spritz to freeze it straight up. She leaned close to Tracy's head which was no longer golden blonde, but thanks to the ash-gel was more of a dingy grey. "Whew! Girl, if Michael tries to kiss you he's gonna think he's kissing an ashtray!" She put all of her items back into her bag, she also scooped up a handful of shorn locks from the floor. She turned to Tracy as she put them in the bag also. "For souvenirs," she explained. She lit a cigarette and admired her work. Completely shaven clean from the bottom of her head up to the temple on the sides, the occipital in back. A fine soft blonde burr up to the top of the head, finishing with an even, extra stiff greyish-black flattop effect on top of her head. 

She zipped her bag closed, took Tracy's head by the chin, looked into her eyes and said,

"You can have Michael, bitch, but remember if he cheated on me, soon he'll cheat on you. And I wish I could stick around to see the look on his face when he finds you with your new haircut, but I'm cleaning out our bank account and I'm outta here! Maybe I'll enroll in beauty school." 

She picked up her bag and left the house giggling all the way out. 

Tracy spent the rest of the day tied to the chair, staring at her hair, waiting for Michael to come home and find her.

A Wife's Revenge



After reading what my ex-husband has written in his version of our story, I thought that it was time that I write my own version. Thanks to computers, I have half a chance at making this look good. 

I am 5'5" and weigh approximately 110 lbs. I have shoulder length Auburn hair. My measurements at the time of this story were 34-28-34. I always told my husband that I was a B cup, but in reality I was an A cup. 

I was fairly certain that my husband Mack was having an affair. I had no idea that it was happening until after my sister had left to return to Arizona. She had been taking care of the children and I after I broke my leg in a motorcycle accident. 

Instead of him staying home in the evenings, he would get on his motorcycle and ride until late. Sometimes not coming home until early morning. 

When I would ask him where he was, he would just say, "I was riding!" 

He forgot that I did all the laundry. I found stains, and lipstick traces in his under-shorts. I think that was strong enough evidence to support my assumption. 

Mack came home one night after work and informed me that it was necessary for him to go South again to teach the "Weekend Warriors" (Reservists) This was to occur on the following weekend. 

He had done this several times that year so one more time didn't seem excessive or suspicious. Besides I always saw a copy of the orders that sent him TAD (temporary additional duty). They appeared to be genuine.

He also told me that he would be leaving the car at home with me incase of an emergency. I felt that he was being very nice in doing so. 

He informed me that he would be traveling with a fellow instructor. He and Judy, his little slut, had made arrangements to ride along with another instructor and his wife.

Mack left on Friday evening and was not due to return until late Sunday evening. He had done as he had offered and left the car with me. 

Sunday morning, after I had had my coffee and got the children dressed I heard a knock on the door. I went to the door. There stood Dave one of Mack's fellow instructors at the base. 

He asked, "Is Mack home?"

I said, "No Dave, he went down south to teach the weekend warriors again."

"Well I thought that he was home. I wanted him to go play pool with me."

"Well Dave, he won't be home until this evening. Would you like a cup of coffee? I just made a new pot and I know that I won't drink it all. You are welcome to have some with me."

With that Dave came in and I got him a mug from the cupboard. I poured it full, set it down on the kitchen table, and invited him to have a seat.

I can not remember precisely how we got on the subject of Mack and Judy's infidelity, but the conversation took a turn in that direction. When Dave informed me that he was fairly certain that Judy had gone with Mack that weekend, I lost it. 

I lit a cigarette and began puffing on it with the ferocity that only a woman who was now faced with the certainty that her man was cheating on her can do. Dave then offered an old cliche that I had heard many times as a child.

Dave said, "Whatever is good for the gander is good for the goose."

I wasn't about to just roll into bed with someone without solid proof of some kind that he truly was cheating on me. 

I asked Dave, if he wouldn't mind, to take me by Judy's apartment to see if she was home. Dave drove his car and took me and the children to the town where she lived. 

We found her car parked in front of her apartment. But when we knocked at the door, there was no answer.

We went back to Mack and my house and I brought out some "Boones Farm Strawberry Hill Wine" which was my favorite drink. I got a beer for Dave and we sat discussing what I should do for quiet some time and several drinks.

It was very obvious to me what Dave wanted me to do about it, because at every opportunity Dave was offering to be of any assistance to me, in any way he could. Finally I made a decision.

I said, "Dave, we need to take the kids to a babysitter and then I will decide what to do from there."

Dave's eyes grew large as he could envision his fantasy becoming a reality. We took the children over to some mutual friends' house and then I begged Dave to go by Judy's apartment one more time. 

Dave was reluctant because he was not truly sure if she had gone with my husband that weekend. He knew that if I found her at home, his chance to get inside my pants would be greatly reduced.

But when we got to Judy's apartment, we found things to be the same as we had discovered earlier. Her car had not moved from the spot where it had been parked and there was no answer at the door.

Perhaps now would be a good time to tell you what Dave looked like. He was 6'2" and about 235 lbs. He had dark brown hair that was receding somewhat from his forehead. His chest hair stuck out of the top of his shirt. He was fairly good looking and available for me. 

As we drove away from Judy's, I was torn. The realization flooded in that my husband was in fact cheating on me with that little slut and I wanted revenge. I then turned to Dave and asked him what his wife would think if she were to find out that he had been fucking another woman?

Dave said, "She would probably rip my balls off and feed them to me for supper." 

He then went on trying to dispel any bad conclusions that I might have drawn from his very truthful wording to my question. 

"Shari, I told you that I would help you in anyway that I can, and I mean that sincerely. Should you decide that you would like to seek your revenge by taking me to bed with you. I feel that you should know that I have had a vasectomy, so there is no danger of pregnancy." 

"That's why they make rubbers too Dave. I am not totally naive." I said. "You're no different than Mack? You both want to get into some woman's panties."

"I guess you could put it that way, but at the same time I would be helping you to get even with him. Besides I owe him for a few things myself."

"Who's going to help your wife get even with you?" I asked with a smirk.

We had exited the town streets and out onto the main road. It was a four-lane highway. I had been sitting quietly considering my predicament. Suddenly my attention focused on a thought of Dave's penis. 

I began to wonder what it was like. I began being turned on by the idea of a man, not my husband putting his penis in my vagina. 

I was both furious at my husband, and extremely curious about the prospect seated on the opposite side of the car. It then occurred to me that if I was going to let this happen, I was going to have to get it started.

I scooted over onto the console that separated the seats and took hold of his zipper and pulled it down. Dave looked surprised but happy about his luck.

I was in luck too, for Dave wore boxers. It was easy to work his dick out of his shorts even though it was in a somewhat rigid condition. The tip of his cock was massive and very hot to the touch. The shaft was fatter than my husband's and it was much longer . 

Just holding Dave's penis in my hand I could see that he was not going to last much longer. I didn't want him climbing on, blowing his load and crawling off. One of those wham bam thank you ma'am type fucks. 

I scooted my bottom back to the passenger side of the car and leaned over with my face in Dave's lap. I placed the tip of his cock between my lips and began to tease the slit with snaky tongue flicks. I then began rolling my tongue around the head of his penis, and gradually working more and more of it into my mouth.

I had managed to get my lips about half way down his shaft when suddenly Dave groaned, and the bulbous head expanded like a large mushroom in my mouth. 

With a quick thrust of his hips he attempted to shove his penis down my throat and as he did his cock exploded spewing his cum into my mouth. 

I closed my lips tightly around his cock and took as much of his cum in my mouth as I could, then swallowed. His cum was somewhat salty but tasted good. Damn I felt like a real slut! 

Dave said, "Goddamn woman! What are you trying to do? Kill us! I almost lost control of the car."

I sat up and smiled at him as I took my index finger and removed a droplet of his cum from my lips, placed my finger in my mouth, and sucked his cum off my finger.

As I looked down at his now rapidly shrinking penis, I was amazed. He was uncircumcised. His foreskin was now hiding the top of his penis. I had not seen an uncircumcised cock on a man before. 

In retrospect, doing what I had done there in David's front seat, I had crossed the threshold. I believe it was the decisive point. Without saying a word, I had informed David that I wanted him. 

I said, "Home James!"

Dave looked at me and smiled. "Would you like to travel at the speed of sound Ma'am? Or will the posted speed limit do."

I was ready for some more play with this new toy that I had most recently become acquainted. I began to notice that my panties were very wet between my legs, and I was as Horney as hell. 

We arrived at my house. Dave began by re-adjusting his penis back inside his trousers and re-zippered his fly. We got out of the car and walked across the yard and in the door. Once inside the door, the party began.

Dave took me into his arms and kissed me for the first time. I could feel my heart pounding as he kissed me. I then felt his hands. One was caressing my buns and the other was up inside my blouse exploring my right breast. I melted into him. 

Suddenly I realized that we were standing in front of the sliding glass door. Anyone passing by, or next door could see us and know what we were about to do. 

I became suddenly flush in the face and stepped away from Dave. His facial expression was that of a little boy from whom I had just taken away his favorite toy. 

I took him by the hand and we hurried into the kitchen where I unbuttoned my blouse and asked him to undo my bra for me. Dave gently removed my blouse. I turned around so that he could reach the hooks easily. 

With shaky hands, he undid my bra and I let it drop to the floor in front of me. When I turned back around to face Dave, my breasts were taught and my nipples were erect. He placed both of his hands on my breasts and began playing with my nipples. 

There were still windows. I could not pull blinds on because they had none to pull so I put my blouse back on leaving it unbuttoned. 

We were both extremely nervous. We decided to sit in the kitchen and have another drink and cigarette to calm ourselves a bit. I also surmise that Dave was giving me one last chance to back out of going through with it if I so desired.

When we were done with our smokes and drink, I extended my hand across the table and took hold of Dave's hand. I smiled at him and pulled him toward me. He arose and leaned over the table to kiss me. 

"Wouldn't we be more comfortable in the bedroom?" I said.

Dave looked at me and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes! I am sure that I want to fuck you and I want you to fuck me. Now!"

I put it that way so that he would fully understand. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me now!

I stood up from the table and took Dave by his hand. We strolled down the hall to the bedroom.

Once inside the bedroom, I took hold of his belt and began to undo it. He began fumbling with the latch on my skirt. 

I said, "Perhaps it would be easier if we each did ourselves?" 

Dave readily agreed and he removed his shirt and began undoing his trousers. I couldn't help stealing a glance or two at his manly chest and rippling muscles as I slipped out of my skirt and blouse. I decided to leave my panties on for the moment.

Dave was standing there in only his boxers and socks. I reached for them and pulled them down around his knees. His male weapon stood straight out toward me slightly elevated. I dropped to my knees and once again took his penis in my mouth.

Dave took hold of my arms, and said, "Not this time."

He picked me up and pushed me gently back on the bed, which was unmade from the morning. I instinctively pushed myself to the center of the bed. Dave then took hold of my panties and gently removed them. 

" Your panties are very damp, and you're pussy looks really wet."

It sounded almost like the story of; "Little Red Riding Hood", the way he said it and I couldn't help a little laugh.

"The better to stick that big cock in my little pussy, big bad wolf." I said.

Dave took hold of my legs at the knees and spread my thighs apart. He crawled on the bed pushing his face into my crotch. No one but my husband had ever done this and I found it so very erotic. 

Dave began moving his tongue around my labia with a feather touch. It was driving me insane. When he placed his tongue on my clitoris I exploded. There were stars and moons floating around my body and my body was floating in the ether of space. I call it "Cloud Nine".

Dave smiled and said, "Now your little pussy is wet enough for me to stick my big cock in." 

With that he crawled fully up on the bed and positioned himself with his cock head slightly penetrating my lips. He leaned forward supporting himself on his arms and knees. He kissed me full on the mouth his tongue exploring mine, and as he did, he pushed his cock with a firm and steady pressure.

I had never felt such an intense feeling like that before. It took a while for me to get used to his enormity, I felt so full, so alive. I thought most of his cock was inside me.

When we finally pulled apart from our kiss. I could look down between our bodies, and I could see his large cock. Almost all of it was inside, filling me completely. 

"God, you are so tight." he moaned. 

I had never before in my life felt these sensations. A slight pain from his entry was still there. Dave had really stretched my vagina. I held him in place waiting for the pain to subside. 

When I was used to the fullness inside me, I took hold of his hips, spread my legs wider, and caused him to slide the rest of his cock into the virgin depths of my pussy. For a few moments he was fully inside me. I could feel his ball sack laying on my ass. 

He chuckled and said, "I am letting my cock soak up your juices." 

Dave then began to slowly withdraw. I could feel the walls of my pussy gripping tightly on his dick. Dave's head was tossed back in a feeling of intense pleasure as he felt my warm pussy tugging on his rock hard cock. He was driving me wild. I had had many little orgasms to this point, but I wanted more!

He had been thrusting in and out of me with some intensity for about twenty minutes. Suddenly his jack hammering became more urgent. I could feel the intense pleasure of my immense orgasm. 

I screamed out in pleasure as I felt the heat of his juice shoot inside my pussy with a great force. As I screamed, I unintentionally tore my fingernails into his naked back. 

Dave soon collapsed on top of me seemingly exhausted, his cock still lay semi-rigid inside me. I had reached my "Big O". I had never ever been fucked like that in my life.

Dave lay on top of me allowing his cock to once again became flaccid. I felt it as it dribble out of my pussy. 

My pussy suddenly felt very empty. It was then that I felt our juices slowly seeping out of my gapping cavern and onto the crack of my ass, as it made its way to the bed sheet beneath me. 

As I returned to my senses, I saw that the day was slipping away as the shadows grew larger in the bedroom. I knew that we probably did not have time for another session. 

"Dave, I am sorry. I would like to do this again but it is late and I really don't want to be here and in this position when Mack gets home." I said.

Dave seemed startled by my voice. He slid off me and sat up on the side of the bed.

"I think that we should get up and get dressed and go to dinner." He said as though he was hesitant to admit, or perhaps a little guilty for having fucked someone other than his wife. 

"I need a shower." I said. 

I was feeling somewhat unclean and hesitant to think that I had just fucked a man, other than my husband and what's more, I loved it! Dave had made me feel like a desirable woman.

I slid out of the bed on the same side that Dave was sitting on and I hugged him to me. I put my hand on his cock and stroked it as though it was the last time that I would experience it.

Although it was sticky with both of our juices mingled on it, it felt wonderful to me. 

I kissed Dave a gentle loving kiss, then got out of bed and headed for the shower to clean up. 

As I turned on the water and adjusted the temp, Dave came into the bathroom, raised the seat on the commode, and began to urinate in the stool.

I turned to him and asked, "Dave, would you like to share the shower with me?"

Dave smiled and I stepped into the shower followed by my friend. Dave pulled the shower curtain closed and I re-directed the water to the shower head. 

Dave reached for the soap and washcloth and lathered up the washcloth. He then began to wash my breasts and stomach with slow circular strokes. 

I was again getting that feeling in the pit of my stomach and I looked down at his penis and I knew that he was as well. His penis was once again erect and begging for some attention from me.

I had an idea. I instructed Dave to lie down in the tub with his feet toward the faucets. He did and I was able to straddle him by placing my knees on either side of his body. Slowly and deliberately I lowered my pussy down onto his erect penis and began to impale myself on his cock.

When I achieved maximum depth, I leaned over with the water cascading all around us and kissed David as he had kissed me earlier. 

In this position I was able to move my pussy along the length of his member and I could feel the lips of my vagina tugging at his cock as I moved upward.

I found that I was in complete control as Dave was unable to move in the tub. Knowing the hour was late, I moved faster and faster in order to achieve the maximum results as rapidly as possible. 

Soon I was climbing to the heights of another orgasm and Dave was right there with me. Almost in unison, I felt Dave, as his cock seemed to get even larger than before inside my pussy and his hot juices were once again filling me up as I went over the top. 

As soon as I was able, I rose up from his cock. This time it came out with a sucking sound as he had not completely softened. My vagina felt extremely empty. But I knew that we had to get going.

We finished our showers. Took towels and dried our bodies, then hung the towels in the bathroom to dry. 

I suppose that was not very smart on my part. Leaving the wet towels, but I didn't think to put them in the clothes dryer. For the past two hours, I had been thinking with the brains between my legs, and all she wanted to do was to get Dave's cock back inside again.

I rushed into the bedroom and made the bed quickly. I then selected some clothes from the closet that were somewhat seductive but also conservative to wear to dinner.

I put on a light blue bra and pantyhose. I choose a blue dress that had a white fluffy collar with buttons down the front of the bodice, and red high heeled shoes.

Dave recovered his clothes from the bedroom and dressed in the bathroom. We were both somewhat skeptical that should we dress in the same room, more sexual play would be the result.

When we were dressed, I surveyed the place and it appeared that a large party had taken place there. 

I said, "Perhaps I should clean this up a bit before he comes home and thinks that there has been an orgy here." 

Dave smiled and said, "Well a two person orgy anyway!"

"Oh to hell with it. If I beat him home, I may pick it up a bit. If not, it serves the cheater right!"

As we departed the house, I handed my keys to Dave and he turned and locked the door. We entered his little car and away we rode into the sunset to find a place to eat.




A Wife's Revenge



"You look like someone who has badness in mind." Said a deep voice close to me and I turned around to find its owner. What I saw was not what I was hoping for. Sure, he was right I had badness in mind, I was about to cheat on my husband for the first time in our seven-year marriage, but it wasn't your clichŽ seven-year itch that made me do it. I had just realized that he had cheated on me at least once, probably more than that. Alessandro, my husband is a computer programmer and his work takes him traveling throughout the country a lot. 

I had always trusted him unquestioningly, until that is, I found a pack of unopened condoms in his suitcase and smelled the scent of cheap perfume on his sweater when I was doing the laundry after one of his travels. I cried myself to sleep that night, making sure he didn't notice. 

A few days later he was off to yet another city for a conference and I had been calling him all night, only to disappointedly discover his cell phone was off and the night clerk at his hotel had told me he is not in his room at the moment. That moment was very long, in fact it lasted pretty much all night. When he finally answered my call, his speech was blurred and we ended up having a huge argument, after which he hung up on me. He had never done that before and I was stunned. 

After another day of crying, I had finally decided that I would do the same to him. I would go out and cheat and feel happy about it. He needn't be aware of what happened, it would be enough if I knew. 

And so I found myself in a small, dodgy looking pub, which was hidden in one of the side streets of downtown Chicago, where I normally wouldn't go even during the day. It was Friday night, a good time for 'fishing' as I had called it. I decided against the attire that would immediately announce me to be someone who is trying to get laid. Nonetheless, I wore a beige suede miniskirt and matching shirt with high-heeled boots that I have had for years but hardly ever wore. I'm almost six foot tall and high heels would have made me look like a giant. This particular night, however, I didn't care. I wanted to be noticed and stand out; thinking that being the tallest chick in the place would be a good start. 

The problem, as I had seen it, was that I was actually the only woman in a whole establishment. The pub was almost empty. A few older men sat at the corner table, cradling their English-looking pints and a couple of them gave me a second glance, but beyond that, I didn't really arouse any interest. 

It was in the dead of winter, cold as hell and I couldn't make myself go back out right away in search of a better suited crowd, so I took off my coat and sat at the bar to have a drink and warm myself up before venturing back into the howling wind of Chicago January. 

Just as I took the first sip, I heard the voice, which tried so awkwardly to break the ice. I turned around and was disappointed to find one of the men from the corner table standing next to me. He was a short and pudgy guy, the hair on his head almost gone, the skin on his face and hands pasty, almost transparent. His eyes were small and beady, resembling slits more than anything else, and it had taken me a few minutes to realize that they were gray. He was dressed in a black business suit that seemed too small for his fat body, his stomach especially made the buttons work hard in keeping the fabric together. His tie was now generously loosened and hanging half way down his body. I noticed a wedding band, which was literally imbedded into his ring finger, which like the rest of them gave the appearance of small fat sausages.

This is not who I wanted to break my wows with. The man looked like a car salesman from the fifties. He appeared more like the next-door neighbor than the stud I was aching for. 

"Do you give a shit?" I asked. I normally don't talk to people like that, but having already had two generous drinks before I left my apartment, partially to keep me warm, but mostly to give me courage, I had found my inhibitions, which by the way I had always been full of, melting away. 

"Oh, I don't know," the man smiled. "I just might." His smile didn't seem to reach his eyes. He was glaring at me and I felt odd. 

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the drink I had been cradling. Even though I felt brave and able to say and do whatever I wanted, there was a bit of shyness left in me and I let the man next to me make the next move. Only later did I realize that that was the moment I decided he was the one I'd be with that evening, of course, if he wanted to. By the look on his face, I couldn't have imagined that he didn't. 

"Mitch!" the man knocked on the bar. "Give the lady another one!" he said and smiled at me. "A double, please." I was going to protest but thought the better of it. If I was to let this pudgy, sweaty old man fuck me, I'd better be drunk, I thought. Otherwise, I might not be able to go through with it. My own arrogance was shameful, but very soon I didn't care anymore. 

"I'm not a hooker, you know." I said, still having enough presence of mind to be too proud and have him mistaken me for a desperate soul. 

"That's okay." The man sat on the stool next to me uninvited. "I won't hold that against you."

I burst into a laughter. "You've a lot of balls, you know that."

"Well," he hung his head and laughed to himself. "I always try. You'd be surprised how many times it works."

I was lost for words again. Never considering myself an angel, I had to admit that I was a very good wife, tending to all my husband's needs, sexual and otherwise, never even lusting after another man, let alone fool around. I was afraid I'd say something really disgusting and this man, who made my stomach turn, would be repelled by me and walk away. That would have been a huge blow to my ego, especially because I considered myself better than him. 

"I'm Colin, by the way," said the man and after a moment of consideration in which my mind rushed through a panicky mode trying to find a name I would give him, I decided to be truthful. I might as well. I was certain Alessandro told every single woman that he was cheating on me with his real name. I would do the same. "Katrina." I said and extended my hand. Colin's handshake was surprisingly firm. I imagined him to have a fishy squeeze with sweaty palms, but I was wrong. 

"Me and the boys," he nodded towards the group in the corner, and it had struck me as funny that he would be referring to a group of forty- and fifty-somethings as boys, "are just about to go to my place and have another drink. You can join us if you want. They'll leave soon, and then maybe we can talk or something." "Or something, yeah." I said and felt myself blush. There was nothing I wanted to talk to this man about, and I had just realized I let him know that I was horny and I wanted to be fucked by a stranger, and he just happened to be the stranger I would fuck. 

"Where's your wife?" I asked and pointed to his wedding band. 

Very matter of factly he explained that he has a loft downtown that he uses when he's working late, unable or unwilling to drive to his house in the suburbs. "She won't show up, don't worry." He said and I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. In my mind I saw Alessandro telling some other woman that his wife is safely two thousand miles away and she needn't worry about me. 

I downed another drink before we left the pub and by that time, I was very unsteady on my feet, although not so drunk as to be unaware of what I was doing. I knew exactly what would happen and I was actually looking forward to it. This would be punishment to Alessandro for his cheating ways and at the same time a punishment to me. This would be a sentence for my stupidity when I blindly believed in my husband. I could feel my pussy swelling up with excitement and I knew I began creaming my thong. 

I had no illusion I was in for some great sex. The guy would probably want me to suck his cock (which I decided I wouldn't do), stick a finger or two inside my pussy to check if I was ready and then blow before he managed to slam inside it more than ten times. That was okay, though. It was not for my pleasure, as I had seen it. I would feel ashamed on my way home and I would use it when I was taking a shower, rubbing my clit to a climax, thinking of a pudgy, bold old guy fucking me senseless. I always fantasized of things I would never do, and they usually made me cum the hardest. Now, I had a chance to fulfill one of my fantasies. Fucking a father-like figure, someone twice my age. Someone married. A punishment to myself and all married women who are foolish enough not to notice their husbands' cheating ways. 

Colin left the seat next to me to get his coat and whisper something to his friends. It felt quite humiliating. I saw them all steal a glance at me, laugh and pat his back as if he had achieved something of importance. He threw a few bills on the table and leaned into the circle of his friends. Something he said must have been funny to them and they all hollered with laughter, their eyes seeking me out again. I felt cheap. 

"Another round for the unruly gang over there," said Colin to the bartender as he helped off the stool and gentlemanly held the coat up for me. I walked into the street first, Colin following and I had a distinct feeling that he was measuring me from top to bottom. Did it make me feel good? I have to admit that at that moment it probably has, although later on I denied it. 

"Let's get a cup of coffee, shall we?" he said and without waiting on my agreement entered a small corner cafŽ, which was just about to close, ordering two regular coffees. "Something to sober you up a bit." He said and very quickly added. "And me, of course. I had a couple more than I should." I took the offered coffee cup, ready to sweeten and cream it to taste. "No, no." Colin pulled me towards the door. "It's best to drink it black with no sugar. That way you won't get sick." I raised my eyebrows. "Trust me, it's better like this. It'll cool off quickly. It's cold as hell." We found ourselves back on the street that shone its ice-covered surface off in the blare of the streetlights. 

I chastised myself for wearing the boots I was not accustomed to. I felt like an overgrown giant compared to Colin. Now that we were walking side by side, I realized I was at least six inches taller than him, most of my extra height coming from the heels of my boots. 

"I live close by, we'll walk." he decided and I wished we took the cab. I appreciated his worry about sobering me up, but I seriously doubted the cold would be successful in that. I had drank too much too quickly. For someone who hardly ever touched any booze, four whiskeys were a lot. I was wrong. 

By the time we covered the distance of three city blocks and entered the front door of the obviously costly apartment building, I felt better. I even doubted I was doing the right thing, accompanying a strange man to the place I've never been before. I began worrying that nobody knew where I was. He could have done just about anything to me and no one would know. No one could help me. 

Reluctantly I followed him into the elevator, carefully sipping on the still hot coffee, trying hard to ignore the glances of a middle-aged woman who shared the ride with us. She had no shame in measuring me up and down like I was some cheap whore, which I suppose I was at that moment, but I still didn't appreciate her directness. I almost sighed in relief when the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, the woman got out and we continued to the eleventh floor, or at least I presumed that's where we were going as that was the button Colin pushed. 

"How old are you?" his voice startled me from the feeling of apathy as I watched the buttons above the floor light and extinguish the higher up we went. 

"Thirty-one." I said, my mind too numb to lower the number for two or three years as I normally did. 

"You look younger." He said and I felt his eyes measuring me up and down again.

"I feel older." I admitted. I felt detached from the moment, alienated from the situation of allowing myself into an uncompromising position of breaking my marriage wows with a complete stranger. My mind raced, at the same time it seemed to be stuck on that one thing. The stranger. I felt weary but at the same time there was a feeling of exhilaration. I was excited, sure. It felt exactly like when I was a kid and was climbing the neighbor's trees back in rural Maine, stealing fruit despite the fact that our own orchard was bursting with ripeness of its products. It was the danger I enjoyed. The fear seemed like an aphrodisiac to me and for the first time since I heard Colin's voice talking to me in the pub I realized I hadn't thought of Alessandro. He was the reason I was here and he hadn't even crossed my mind. How odd!

"Yes, I can understand that. You're at that awkward age when you're not a kid anymore, but not yet middle-aged and you feel out of sync with everything." He philosophized. 

I didn't feel like a conversation. I certainly didn't want him to analyze me like this. As if sensing my discomfort he stopped talking. I kept my eyes on the little numbered lights and remained completely still when I felt his hand find its way between the buttons of my coat, stroking my thigh, raising my miniskirt a bit and rub against my thong. I was very turned on. I wanted to close my eyes and sigh, spread my legs a bit, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Whether he satisfied me or not, I decided I would lay there motionless and speechless, quietly taking anything and everything he was to give me. 

The elevator ride seemed to be the longest one I've taken, it went on and on, the cab finally coming to a jolting stop. I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting, but when we entered Colin's apartment, I was astonished. The place was absolutely spotless, shipshape and I had to admit, gorgeous. It looked like something out of a Home Magazine. Not a thing was out of place, no clothes hanging on chairs, which were all dutifully pushed under the table as far as they could go. Plants were in every room of the apartment, even the kitchen and bathroom, walls were decorated with abstract paintings, expensive-looking vases and ashtrays were carefully arranged for the greatest effect. The place was not very big, but every single door in it was wide open and standing in the small hallway, I could see pretty much all of it from one spot.

"My modest home from home." He said and closed the front door behind me. 

"Modest my ass!" I couldn't help but comment. It had struck me that the apartment wasn't dark. Discreet lights in the corners of the rooms, behind the big plants, above the stove were on, throwing a dim lighting in small circles. Probably the timers, I concluded. This was the kind of apartment I had always wanted, my mind briefly shooting back to my own cubbyhole as Alessandro called our place, full of expensive furnishings, which never seemed to impress much, overstuffed with his computer equipment and the numerous books on history, which I saved from when still in college, never making good on my education and choosing a life of a housewife rather than a researcher as I had always wanted. 

"Well," Colin chuckled, and his smiled looked more like barring of the teeth than a warm approach to me. "I like to impress in everything I do." He took off our coats. "Everything." He whispered and stepped in front of me. 

I felt foolish being so much taller than the man I was with. It seemed somehow wrong, awkward. I expected him to hug me, irrationally lulling myself into a romantic mode, which I had no desire for, but still it sprang upon me from seemingly nowhere. 

The feeling of awkwardness was intensified when instead of a hug, Colin's hands reached for my breasts and squeezed them hard through the shirt, massaging them too roughly for comfort. "I love beautiful things, as you can see." He looked around the room, his fingers digging into the softness of my body. "And you my dear, are gorgeous." He said and despite myself, I felt flattered. I felt pretty when I was getting dressed for the night out, but somehow, the feeling of beauty dissipated as the night progressed and I realized I was going to betray my expectations by not picking out someone who I would have thought of as being a stud. Rather, I settled for this nondescript, almost ugly little man with a great aesthetic sense. 

"Can we have a drink?" I asked. 

"Sure we can," he said and pulled on my neck, forcing me to bend down and kiss him. "Afterwards." His tongue felt slick inside my mouth, taste of whiskey and cigarettes unmistakable. He didn't kiss me at all, simply stuck his tongue as far as he could, rolling it around my mouth and to my great distaste I realized his own mouth was full of saliva. It disgusted me, but at that moment I blocked the feeling of discomfort out of my mind. 

"We don't have much time." He said and reached under my miniskirt, roughly pawing between my legs. His fingers slipped under my thong and rubbed their way inside my slit. "Aha-ha..." he said, obviously satisfied that I was turned on already. "You're really ready for this, girl!" He hung our coats and carefully placed the coffee cups on the stand in the hallway.

I was stuck for words, or actions. I simply stood there like a dummy, my breasts aching from the previous assault, my pussy vibrating with expectation of what was to come. It had been a long time since I felt this turned on, and I was pissed about it. Yet, I was also looking forward to it. If this goes right, I just might do it again, I thought to myself. 

"Come on!" said Colin and taking my hand led me to a bedroom, just as perfect as the rest of the apartment. The lights were on in two corners, one on each side of the headboard of a king-sized bed. Blood red bedcovers looked brand new, matching the curtains and the cushion of a small chair next to the door. Next to the window was a huge desk with a computer that was turned on, sporting the screensaver of waving tentacles in the varying shades of red. 

This whole place reeked of a woman's touch. I didn't quite believe that Colin had no help, but then, he seemed to be proving to me that he had money; he could easily have hired a designer and afterwards a maid to keep his apartment as it was. Perfect. For a moment I worried that this was someone else's place and that someone could have walked through the door at any given moment. Colin's familiarity with the apartment, his movements lacking any hesitation convinced me otherwise. Don't judge a book by its cover my mother had told me, and that's exactly what I had been doing, allowing my mind to sail into the shallow waters of arrogance, not see the person for what they really were, just take everything at the face value. 

Sex with Colin was also a surprising thing. Yet again I had convinced myself it would be nothing but a shabby, speedy fuck and again, I was wrong. It wasn't something I'd describe as the best lay I had ever had, but it certainly was a very memorable one. 


I looked anxiously at Colin when he closed the door to the bedroom. "The boys will be here soon." He said as if trying to calm me down. "You don't want to be interrupted, right?" I seriously doubted we would be going long enough for anyone to barge in. "Or," he opened the door slightly, "maybe you're an exhibitionist." I shook my head, worry probably plastered all over my face. "I thought not." The door firmly closed again I took a deep breath. 

What now? I thought, bending over to undo my boots. They were killing me, I could feel a distant ache in my lower back and feet. Picking those boots might have been a sexy thing for an eyes, but it was definitely damaging to my body. 




A Wife's Revenge



'WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A FUCKING BITCH?' Billy's face was red with anger.

'FUCK OFF BILLY.' Janice was fuming; she hated the way Billy spoke to her.

'ALL YOU EVER FUCKING DO IS NAG ME AND SPEND MY MONEY AND WHAT DO I GET IN RETURN? FUCK ALL. YOU'RE JUST A SELFISH, SELF-CENTRED BITCH.' Billy wanted to grab her and get what he wanted right there but that had never been his style. Instead he gave her a swift back-hander right across her face. His wedding ring had caught her lip ad he saw a little droplet of blood begin to form. He had long since stopped feeling guilty about slapping Janice around; hell, she deserved it. Instead he felt satisfied that he had inflicted a little control over the bitch he had married.

Tears formed in Janice's eyes. 'Oh no please Billy. Please don't hit me.' Janice was sad. It never used to be like this. They used to be young and in love. Billy used to treat her like a princess; he used to wine her and dine her and buy her nice things. They used to make love for hours in the most sensual manner imaginable. What had happened? Now all they did was argue and she always ended up with bruises. And when it came to sex there was no love there anymore; she just lay back and think of England whilst Billy got his rocks off.

That was what annoyed Billy most of all; the lack of any kind of spark from Janice in the bedroom. Months ago he had began to lose interest; sure it felt nice to cum in a woman, even and unreceptive wet fish, but he wanted more. He wanted Janice to get into it; to give him something rather than just laying there with obvious disinterest; another one of her chores. Nothing could have been less sexy to Billy than their sex life. He tried to spice things up for himself by begging her to let him fuck her ass; she always refused. That was what tonight's argument was about. Billy was sick of her constant refusal; there was no arguing with her.

'DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU FUCKING DRIED UP BITCH.' He took another swing at her; this time his ring grazed her left cheek. Janice fell back and screamed as the pain coursed through her head. 'MAYBE I SHOULD GO AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO GIVE ME SOME PLEASURE.'

'WHY DON'T YOU JUST DO THAT? GO AND FIND ONE OF YOUR WHORES. PAYING FOR IT IS THE ONLY WAY A MAN LIKE YOU WILL EVER GET WHAT YOU WANT.' Janice had long since given up worrying what the neighbours thought about their daily screaming matches. She noticed long ago that they stopped talking to her and Billy and no longer made any kind of eye contact.

Billy walked up to her and landed a punch in her belly. Janice was bent double with pain; the blow had been unexpected. Tears were streaming down her cut and bruised face now. She cowered away from him as he moved in again. Billy stopped and said, 'Fuck you. You're just a fat ugly bitch. I don't know why I put up with you.' With that he turned around and walk out of the house. Janice released her emotions and started sobbing loudly. The fact that she did this almost every day made her sobs even stronger; she was so very sad; she was beginning to hate that fucker Billy.

Billy did what he always did after one of his arguments with Janice; he went to the pub. He was in a constant state of anger and frustration. He did wonder how his life got like this. Every day he would find something to argue with Janice about, he would end up hitting her and then running to a pub to drown his sorrows. All this usually happened before 11 am. He would spend the day drinking himself into oblivion before staggering home and collapsing on the coach for the night. It was a shitty life and he blamed Janice for it.

He arrived at the pub and saw his usual drinking buddies already at the bar already halfway through their first pints. They all spent the next hour drinking and moaning about anything and everything. Billy especially moaned about Janice. None of his buddies really understood why as she always seemed the perfect wife to them. Billy obviously never talked in any detail about his sexual frustrations at Janice being a wet fish.

Back at home Janice had pulled herself together and freshened herself up. Her feelings of sadness and given way to intense feelings of anger keenly focussed on Billy and the way he treated her. She could not shake the feelings. She quickly realised that she did not want to shake the feelings; she wanted to embrace them; she wanted to exact sweet revenge; get him back for being such an abusive shit.

She racked her brains trying to devise the perfect revenge. The thing she hated most was the physical abuse. Maybe she should get someone to fuck him up. No, that would not do it; she wanted to fuck him up herself. The other thing she hated was the unloving selfishness with which he approached their sex life. Suddenly she had a plan. She picked up the phone and dialled.

In the pub Jimmy's phone rang; he answered. 'Hi. It's Janice. If you are with Billy then please don't let him know it is me on the phone.'

Jimmy had a confused look on his face but he played along. 'Hi. Okay sure. How can I help you today?'

'I need your help to get back at the wife-beating fucker.'

Jimmy was shocked at what Janice had just said. He flashed a disdainful look at Billy. He was beginning to see Billy in a new light and he did not like what he saw. 'Go on.'

'I am sick of him using me as a fucking sex toy with no thought for my pleasure and then slapping me around when I don't let him fuck my ass. I am sick of having to hide the bruises and scratches on my face every day.'

Jimmy felt himself getting angry. He may have been a bit of a bum himself but he knew that you should never treat women like that. He wanted to grab Billy right then and kick the shit out of him. He managed to stay calm. 'I here you. Carry on.'

'Okay. Apart from you and Billy how many of you are at the bar?'

'Two.'

'Perfect. Simon and Dave?'

'That's right.'

'Right I am going to hang up now. You find a way to tell Simon and Dave what I have told you then in one hour I want you all to come back here with Billy. I will leave the front door open. Once inside I want you to tie him to the chair I will leave in the centre of the lounge and wait for me.' Janice hung up.

Janice ran back upstairs, grabbed a suitcase and began packing some essentials. There was no going back from what she had planned. She knew she could not stay.

Back in the pub Jimmy waited until Billy left to relieve himself before bringing Simon and Dave up to speed. Dave said, 'That fucker. I'm in.'

'Me too.' Simon confirmed.

When Billy returned the boys tried hard to act normal. Simon said, 'Hey Billy, you have that massive TV don't you?'

'What? Yeah sure. Why?'

'Why don't we all go round there and watch the match this afternoon. We could grab some beer on the way. It would be better than this shit hole. Cricket and beer and a comfy sofa; perfect. What do you say?'

'Err, okay sure. Why the fuck not?' They all downed their drinks and left the pub. They purchased a large amount of beer at the local supermarket before arriving at the house.

'That's odd.' Billy said as he found the door open. However, he did not have long to dwell on that thought as Jimmy pushed him in and they all grabbed him. Billy was dragged into the lounge and deposited on the chair left there by Janice. 'What the fuck's going on. What the fuck are you doing? Stop fucking around and let go of me.' Billy was confused.

The three men ignored Billy and grabbed the bindings that Janice had left next to the chair. They made short work of tying him tightly to it. Billy growled in pain as the ropes were pulled just too tight. Dave grabbed one thick length of rope and forced it into Billy's mouth and tied it tightly behind his head. Billy was well and truly bound and gagged. He tried to wriggle free but it was useless. There was fear and confusion in his eyes.

Jimmy shouted. 'OKAY JANICE. HE IS ALL TIED UP.'

Janice was looking at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a see through negligee and nothing else; everything was on show. There was a slight regret that she had wasted her best years with Billy. Since her youth she had put on quite a few pounds and her tits had begun to make their way south. Despite all that she still thought that she looked at least moderately sexy.

She was getting extremely nervous as she walked down the stairs. Could she really go through with this? She decided that she had to.

She walked into the lounge. 'Hello boys,' she purred.

All eyes were on her; examining every inch of her body; especially her big boobs and shaved mound. Billy's eyes were wide open with confusion, anger and fear. The other boys were wolf whistling and paying her much-needed compliments.

Janice swallowed down her nerves and said, 'I think you boys need to get naked.' Without a word they obeyed and then made their way over to her and practically ripped her negligee off.

She was standing there completely naked with six hands exploring every inch of her body. Simon had two of his fingers inside her wet pussy, playing with her aroused clitoris. Dave had one of her tits in his mouth and Jimmy was kissing her deeply. Janice felt so sexy.

After a few minutes of pleasure Jimmy gently pushed down on her head. She lowered to her knees and took Jimmy's cock in her mouth. She sucked eagerly whilst she had Dave's cock in one hand and Simon's in the other. Billy could not believe what he was seeing. What was she doing? He unsuccessfully struggled against his bindings. He had to stop this.

Every few and seconds Janice swapped which cock was in her mouth and her hands. The boys were having the time of their lives; getting sucked off by Billy's wife whilst Billy had to watch helpless.

After a few minutes Dave came hard in Janice's mouth. He grunted gutturally as he shot his load into her welcoming mouth. Janice showed the boys Dave's cum in her mouth, using her tongue to swirl it around before she got up, walked over to Billy and spat the entire load all over his face. They boys laughed at Billy whilst Janice resumed her cock-sucking duties.

Within another ten minutes Simon and Jimmy had also cum in Janice's mouth. All three loads were dripping down Billy's face.

Janice got onto all fours; exposing her pussy and ass. 'Right boys. Billy has been begging me for what seems like years to fuck my ass. Well I think he deserves to finally see me lose my anal virginity. I want you boys to be my first three.' She wiggled her ass invitingly.

Jimmy was the first to respond. Janice braced herself as she felt Jimmy's cock rub against her rosebud. She was nervous about losing her anal virginity but she wanted Billy to hurt; to see others getting what she had always refused him. Jimmy gently eased his cock deep into her ass. She gasped with the pain but it was manageable. None of these boys were massive.

Jimmy started pounded Janice's ass. The other two boys masturbated whilst watching her curves wobbly wildly with every one of Jimmy's pumps. After a short while Dave walked up to Janice and offered his cock up to her mouth. She welcomed it eagerly. For the first time in her life Janice had two cocks inside her at the same time and neither of them were Billy's.

Over the next hour all three boys took their turns in Janice's ass and mouth. To her great surprise she managed a huge, earth-shattering orgasm whilst Dave was in her ass and Simon in her mouth. Once they had all finished they all collapse exhausted on the floor; four satisfied, naked, sweaty bodies.

By this stage Billy was utterly hollow. How could Janice have done that to him? He felt completely alone, frustrated, angry and jealous. He knew his marriage was over. He wanted to kill Janice.

After a long time Janice got up and walked over to Billy. 'Did you enjoy the show dear? No? Well that is what you get for treating me like shit; for beating me. In fact, that reminds me.' She took a massive swing at him; the back of her had made contact with his face; it hurt like hell. She continued to slap and punch him over and over again. By the time she had finished his nose was bleeding and he had countless scratched and bruises all over his face. For her final blow she lifted her leg and stamped on his balls; the guttural groan emanating from Billy was awful to hear. He was a broken man.

'Wow. You sure fucked him up.' Simon smiled at Janice as he said this.

'He got what he deserved.'

Simon then said, 'I need to piss.' The other two boys also needed to.

'Well boys. I am going upstairs to get dressed and get my cases. I am out of here. Why don't you piss on Billy? One final goodbye gesture.' Janice disappeared upstairs. The three boys all stood up, aimed at Billy and pissed all over his face and body. Billy was soaked and the smell of piss was intense.

The boys were all dressed by the time Janice got back downstairs with her cases. 'Right boys. Which one of you is going to take me home and fuck me like a woman should be fucked?' All three men put their hands up. Janice laughed and walked out of the house without even one final look at Billy. 'Well I guess I will be busy then.' 



A Wife's Revenge



I was standing under the awning outside McDonald's on this particularly gray Wednesday morning. I happen to look up as a new white Mercedes Benz pulled in the driveway. I was staring at the car because it looked so out of place in Mickey D's.

I watched as the car parked across from where I was standing. Then a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a loud body chilling reverberating clash of thunder. The big raindrops were already pitter pattering on the pavement of the parking-lot. As the car door opened another bolt of lightning shot across the sky, followed by yet another loud clash of thunder. Then the wind picked up as the torrential rain came down.

Then car door opened and an umbrella sprang up as a tall woman stepped out, closed the door, and dashed across the parking lot through the downpour. As she stepped up on the sidewalk beside me, she said something about being scared of thunderstorms. Not knowing what to say, I nodded in agreement with her. 

I watched her close her umbrella and shake the water off it. I felt like a fool for staring at her. I wanted to say something to her but I didn't know what to say so I opened the door for her instead. She squared her shoulders and brushed pass me into the restaurant accidently rubbing her breasts across my chest giving me a cheap thrill.

As she went by me, I caught the scent of her perfume. It was such an exotic fragrance. I unconsciously closed my eyes, drew in my breath to savor her sweet sensuous feminine aroma. After she got into Mickey D's she said, "Thank you, sir, you're a real gentlemen. " She paused for a moment as she brazenly gave me a once over. Then the corners of her lips curled and she got a twinkle in her in pale blue eyes and said, "For such a big man."

Her words snapped me out of my trance and brought me back to reality. I was flattered by her comment so I replied trying to sound like a gentleman, "Oh, you're very welcome." I stood there staring at her for a moment.

She had a long face, perfectly trimmed eyebrows, thick black eyelashes, high cheek bones, dimples, a straight nose, and full plump lips. But what I really noticed about her was the way her long wavy golden blonde hair framed her face.

Then I glanced down at her bosom. It was obvious she was a big breasted woman because the buttons on the front of her raincoat looked like they were going to pop off any second. I also noticed she was staring at my chest. I watched as she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her upper lip. Then she nipped her lower lip and made eye contact with me like she was trying to read my mind.

We just stood there for moment gazing into each other's eyes, pondering our own private thoughts. I was wondering what a classy woman like her was doing in McDonalds. However I had no way of knowing what was going through her mind.

She nodded for me to go ahead of her but I wanted to get a look at her from behind, so I said, "Ladies before gentlemen," and made a hand gesture towards the counter. As she walked to the counter, I gave her a long lingering once over from the rear. She was wearing shiny black high heels, black nylons and a tan belted raincoat that hugged her waist and clung to the curves of her hips and ass.

As I followed her, the mere sight of her was making my heart beat so fast and hard. I could feel it pounding in my chest and heard it beating in my ears. I stood behind her as she ordered, trying hard not to stare at her. After she placed her order, I stepped up beside her.

As I told the kid what I wanted, the woman placed her hand over mine and asked, "Can I join you for breakfast? You seem like the kind of person I can talk to and trust." Her hand was cold but her touch felt like electricity sending shivers of excitement up and down my spine. "Of course you can join me. I'd love to have your company." Then I glanced down at her hand. When I saw the wedding ring on her finger my heart sank.

When it comes to women, I'm an opportunist and I usually take whatever comes my way. However, I try not to get involved with married women. "Is there something wrong?" The woman asked, I replied trying not to show my disappointment, "Oh, you're married. I should have known a beautiful woman like you would be taken."

Her face flushed, the corners of her lips curled and she got a twinkle in her eyes as she said in a stutter, "Do you really think I'm - I'm beautiful?" Before I answered her, she said, "OH, how, I wish I wasn't married now because you're the kind of big man I've always dreamed about and wanted." Then she rubbed her hand over my forearm up to my bicep and squeezed it.

As she did that, I got more chills racing up and down my spine that ended in my manhood. I felt my face flush as I said, "Oh, yeah, I think you're very, very pretty." While I was saying that, the kid behind the counter brought our orders.

After we get into a booth, I told her my name is Danny and she told me her name is Jennifer. She asked if I was married. I told her no. She didn't ask why. All she said was, "Oh really, I'm surprised that a man like you isn't married." While we ate Jennifer kept staring at my arms, chest and shoulders.

I have to admit I was admiring the swell of her breasts as well. After some idle chit chat, I asked her what she wanted to talk about. She glanced around the room. Then she took my hands in hers as she said in a strained voice, "I want to talk to you about something important." "Okay," I replied, "What is it? " Jennifer said with a tremble in her voice, "Not here, it's ... its personal, it's about my husband." 

Ta-da, that's when it hit me. Her hubby is cheating on her and she wants a revenge fuck. Well, at least that's what I hoped she wanted.

Jennifer continued, "I don't want anyone to know about this." She paused for a moment as she glanced around the room again. Then she asked, "Do you know somewhere, we can talk in private? But promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm going to tell you." I leaned across the table and whispered, "We can go the Day's Inn across the street and get a room."

Jennifer was so shocked by my suggestion. She opened her eyes so wide, her foreheand wrinkled and her mouth fell open and gasped, "OH, no sir, that's not what I meant." Jennifer was staring into my eyes in disbelief as she stuttered in a rush, "I only want to talk. Besides that I'm ... a, a married woman. What ... what if my husband, found out? You won't tell him, will you? We're ... we're just going to talk. Promise me you won't tell anybody."

I put my hands over hers and squeezed them as I said trying to reassure her, "Relax Jennifer, you can trust me." I paused for a moment to let my words sink in. Then I said, "I promise you, I won't tell anyone about this and we won't do anything you don't want to do."

She was still wide eyed as she said, "I don't know. I've never done anything like this before." She was staring at me like she was trying to make up her mind. Then she muttered, "Okay, I'll go with you as long as you promise not to tell anyone."

When we left McDonald's, the downpour had let up but it was still raining heavy.

Jennifer followed me across RT 80 and we parked behind the motel. She was sitting in her car biting her fingernails as I went inside and got a room. When I got back to the car and helped her out. She said, "I really I shouldn't be here with you."

Jennifer eyes widened as we entered the room and she saw the king sized bed. She glanced at me apprehensively as she kicked off her heels and unbuttoned her trench coat. I stepped behind her and helped her take it off and hung it up. Jennifer seemed jittery as she said, "I've never been in a hotel room with anyone other than my husband before."

I was surprized when I heard that. Then I snuggled up behind her and put my arms around her waist. As we stood there staring at our reflection in the mirror, I thought we made a good looking couple. She was the kind of woman I've always wanted and dreamed about but never found.

Sadly our differences were also obvious. She was a vision of loveliness, her long curly blonde hair famed her face and cascaded down over her shoulders. She was wearing a white blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed some cleavage and a snug fitting black skirt that came down to her knees.

There was no denying that she came from money and lots of it. On the other hand, I'm just a trucker and it shows. I was dressed as usual in a black tee shirt a pair of faded Levis, and like all trailer truck drivers, a pair of old beat-up cowboy boots. Don't get me wrong, I'm no bum. And like most truckers, I make a decent week's pay. Besides that my grandparents left me a few bucks. But there was no denying it, Jennifer was way, way out of my financial league. 

I brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck and shoulder. As my lips touched her, she shuddered, hunched her shoulders and said, "Please don't do that. I told you. I'm not that kind of woman." "Okay," I replied as I let go of her and sat on the foot of the bed and pulled off my boots. 

Then I asked, "What do you want to about?" "I ... I," she sputtered as she sat down beside me. She was sniffling like she was trying to hold back her tears. Then she said, "It's my husband." She paused for a moment, then she said, "I know he doesn't love me and he never did. But now he's calling me names like the Jolly Green Giant or the big rich Amazon bitch."

My heart was breaking for her but my cock was throbbing for her. I put my arm around her and pulled her against my side. She was trembling as she smuggled against me and rested her head on my shoulder. I instinctively put my other arm around her and kissed her forehead saying. "It's alright, it's alright. Tell me all about it." "MY husband told me hates me." "Oh come on, Jennifer, maybe you two were just having an argument." I replied trying not to take advantage of the situation. Although the temptation was almost overwhelming. "No, no, I've always known he only married me because my father promised him a promotion." "No shit," I said without thinking, "I'd do anything to have a woman like you." 

Jennifer's lips curled into a slight smile when I said that and she got that I want you to kiss me look in her eyes so I did. As our lips awkwardly brushed against each other's, Jennifer put her arms around my neck and her body twitched. I got such a thrill from it that a jolt of pleasure shot right through me into my groin making my dick tingle.

Our lips had barely come together when Jennifer pulled her lips away. She rested her forehead against my chest and whispered, "OH, God, Danny, I'm sorry, I just can't do it. I want to but I'm not a slut. I'm a married woman."

She dropped her arms from around neck but left her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head as I said, "It's alright Jennifer, I understand. Tell me all about it?"

"Oh, God, I've always known my husband was unfaithful. But he's always been discreet about it in the past. However, now he's coming home all hours of the day and night smelling of perfume and with smudges of makeup on his clothes."

"No shit," I exclaimed. "Yeah," she said, "It's gotten so bad, the office staff's gossiping about us." "Oh, really. What did you do?" I asked. She replied, "I went to his office early this morning before the staff arrived to talk to him about it. When I got there the door to his reception area was open." Then she paused for a moment like she was thinking. 

So I asked, "Tell me more? " "As I entered I had a clear view into his private office, that's when I saw his Latino secretary perched on the edge of his desk. Her head was tilted back her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy expression on her face. Her blouse was unbuttoned, her purple bra was pushed up over her breasts, her dark red nipples were swollen and glistening with saliva, her black mini skirt was bunched up around her waist and her purple panties were laying on the floor." "Holy shit that must have been quite a sight to see. Where was your husband?"

Jennifer got wide eyed as she said," my roly-poly husband was kneeling on the floor between her legs with his pants down around his ankles. She was holding his head against her crotch mumbling, oh, God, I love the way you do that to me. Then her face contorted into a grimmest as she leaned forward and clamped her thighs around his head moaning, oh, fuck, Wendell, I'm coming. Then the slut said, oh, baby I love the things you do to me with your tongue."

Jennifer paused for a moment. Then she told me, "You know, he's never done that disgusting thing to me. No one's ever done that to me." "Oh, really," I replied in amazement. Then I asked, "What did you do after that?" "Nothing," she replied, "It was like I was frozen in place." 

"Tell me more." I pleaded. "Huh? Okay, as Wendell stood up, she grabbed his penis and pulled him towards her with it and said, 'I need you in me now'. As he went into her, the little slut groaned, 'Oh, God, that's it, that's it, baby, fuck me good and hard'. Then she leaned back on his desk and lifted her legs and rested her feet on the edge." 

I asked her again, "Then what did you do?" "Nothing, I just stood there, watching them and listening to my husband grunting and groaning and her moaning, as they did it." My cock was throbbing and oozing pre-come as I asked, "Really? Was it hot and getting you excited watching them?"

"Yeah, yeah, oh, God, yeah I was really getting excited and turned on, but I don't know why. I could tell his little whore was really loving it, because she was rolling her head moaning, 'Yes, yes, that's it, baby, fuck me harder. Oh, God, don't stop, please don't stop. I'm almost there'. Then she arched her back and screeched, 'Oh, baby, you're making me come again'.

"My husband had his hands on the little whore's waist and yanked her against himself as he groaned, 'Now it's my turn.' Then he slammed himself in and out her grunting and groaning, 'Oh Baby, I'm coming, I'm coming.' Then he clinched his ass cheeks as his body went stiff, and exploded inside the little whore. 

After his orgasm subsided. He leaned over her and whispered, 'I love you,' and kissed her like he's never kissed me. As he pulled his penis out of her. A trickle of sperm oozed out of her and dripped on the floor. Then, then the brazen little slut pleaded, 'Wendell,please leave her you belong with me, not her."

"No shit, Jennifer. That must have been quite a sight to see. I can only imagine how bad you must have felt watching it and hearing your husband and her professing their love for each other." 

I didn't care about that. I guess I'm ... I'm only jealous because I don't have anyone." "Huh? Oh, really," was all I said. 

Then I asked, "What did you do after that?" "Nothing," She replied, "I went driving around, trying to collect my thoughts. I just stopped here to get a cup of coffee. 

Then I saw you standing there ogling me. I thought to myself, 'Oh, God, No' because you're the kind of man I've always wanted and dreamed about but never found."

I didn't know what to say. Because she was the kind of woman I'd always wanted too. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her against my side and kissed the top of her head. As I did, Jennifer tilted her head said, "Oh, God, Danny," and our lips came together in a tender kiss. 

Then I felt the tip of her tongue brushing across my lips. As I opened my mouth her tongue parted my lips. When the tips of our tongues touched. We leaned back on the bed.

We kissed deeply playing with our tongues from mouth to mouth. Jennifer finally broke our kiss and asked, "Danny, you know I shouldn't be doing this. Can ... can we just cuddle for a little while?" When she said that, I knew I should've gotten up and got the hell out of there but I didn't.

"Okay," I replied as we crawled to the center of the bed and embraced. This time when our lips came together our mouths were already open.

As our lips touched, Jennifer pushed her tongue into my mouth as I ran my fingertips up and down her spine. We flicked the tips of our tongue across each other's. She was moving her head around as I forced my tongue into her mouth. 

While I was raping her mouth with my tongue, Jennifer was grinding herself against me as she slightly opened and closed her legs, causing her skirt to slide up. Then she lifted her leg over my hip and pressed herself against me jamming the lump in the front of my jeans against her crotch.

She sucked my tongue as we ground ourselves against each other. I broke our kiss and nipped her ear lobe as I put my hand on the cheek of her firm butt and pulled her harder against me. She didn't resist but said again, "I shouldn't be doing this."

When I stuck the tip of my tongue in her ear and kneaded the cheek of her ass, Jennifer ground herself against me and said, "Maybe we should stop before I let you do something to me ... that I might regret later." 

No, means no. So I took my hand off her. But I didn't want to give up and said, "Jennifer, I promised you we wouldn't do anything you don't want to do." She replied, "Oh, God, I just don't want you to think I'm some common tramp like ... like that woman my husband is ... is doing it to. "After she said that, I kissed the side of her neck and covered her ample but firm breast with my hand.

Jennifer drew in her breath and placed her hand over mine and held it there. This time as our hungry lips came together, Jennifer forced her tongue into my mouth and licked the roof of my mouth giving me goose bumps.

While she was doing that, I moved my hand off her tit and opened the buttons on her blouse. I kissed down the side of her neck to that hot spot between her neck and shoulders. While I was nibbling and sucking on that sensitive flesh, I was also caressing her bra encased breast. Jennifer seemed shocked as I opened the clasp on the front of her bra and gasped, "What ... what do you think you're you doing? You promised me."

I said, "Don't worry about it. You're going to love this, I guarantee it. Remember my promise I said I won't do anything to you that you don't want me to." Then I rolled her onto her back and moved the cups of her bra aside exposing her big beautiful breasts.

She was staring into my face as I leaned over her and blew around and over her light pink nipples causing them to harden. Jennifer shuddered as she groaned, "OH, God, please don't do that." I didn't pay any attention to her plea. Instead I licked around her large bumpy areolas and across her swollen nipples, first on one breast then on the other, while I kept caressing them. Jennifer was pumping her hips and opening and closing her legs causing her skirt to bunch up around her waist while I was teasing her nipples. I thought to myself, she's the most beautiful, desirable woman I've even seen.

Her eyes grew wide as I rolled over on top of her and sat on my heels just below her knees. I continued to caress her breasts and rub the ends of my thumbs across her nipples as she said, "Oh, God, Danny, I should make you stop but it feels so good I don't want you to stop." 

Then I bent over and sucked her nipples and swirled my tongue around them first on one tit then on the other.

Jennifer was mumbling something about not being some sex starved slut as I kissed her stomach and licked around her belly button. When I curled my tongue stuck it into her navel, she bolted upright and screeched, "OH, God, no, don't do that, it's nasty." 

Then she grabbed the bedcovers and leaned back moaning, "Oh, God, no, stop, please don't do that, it's dirty and disgusting." 

She tried to wiggle away from my invading tongue by moving her hips but she was unable to and screeched another long drawn out, "OH, God. Stop doing that."

She was squirming around mumbling something about me being some sort of a perverted pig and saying nobody has ever done that to her before. 




A Wife's Revenge



While I tongue fucking her navel, Jennifer was whimpering "Aah, oh, God, no." When I crawled further down between her parted legs, I noticed she was wearing sheer black panties and garters to hold up her stocking.

When I rubbed my face across her abdomen, I smelled the strong musty fragrance of her excited womanhood. 

Jennifer jolted upright when I rubbed my nose over her crotch and said, "Oh, God, Danny, you promised me you wouldn't do ... anything." 

"Relax, trust me. You're going to love this. I promise you, if you really don't like it, I'll stop."

Then I kissed the milky white flesh of her inner thigh just above the top of her stocking and below the crotch of her drenched panties, first on one leg then on the other.

I moved my head from side to side kissing and sucking on the moist salty tasting flesh of her inner thighs, I was also rubbing my face back and forth over her crotch.

Jennifer was breathing so hard it sounded like she was panting. She was grinding her crotch against my face and her womanhood was getting wetter by the second. The musty scent of her excitement was growing stronger. 

When I licked the drenched crotch of her panties, Jennifer gasped, "Oh, God," and clamped her thighs together around my head with my face pressed against her pantie covered womanhood.

I reached up and slipped my fingertips under the waistband of her panties. As I did that Jennifer shook her head and said, "You promised me you'd stop if I wanted you to." 

"Trust me," was all I said. Then Jennifer let me peel her panties off. As I bent over and spread her pussy lips, she shrieked, "What are you doing? Then I kissed her mound of Venus, licked up her wetness and darted my tongue into her like it was a tiny penis.

As my tongue penetrated her, she gripped the bed covers and arched her back trying to get my tongue deeper into her. 

While I was fucking her with my tongue, Jennifer was rubbing herself against my face and her pussy juices were flowing into my mouth. I didn't want to tease and torment her too much so I pushed the skin over her clitoris back exposing her swollen pink pearl. 

When I nipped her little bundle of nerves, Jennifer screeched, "Oh, God, please stop." But I didn't. I ignored her plead and licked around and over her little pink pearl instead.

It didn't take before she climaxed. She came hard and fast, her body trembled, her thighs quivered and her pussy juices gushed into my mouth as she pleaded, "Oh, God, stop it. Please stop it." 

But I kept licking her and sticking my tongue into her making her come over and over again. She finally locked her thighs around my head, arched her back and went stiff as another intense orgasm overtook her, rocking her body.

After her orgasm subsided, she pushed my head away from her crotch and sat up as she said, "Danny that was absolutely incredible, but please stop. I can't take it anymore." 

I sat back on my heels and asked, "Did you enjoy that?" She didn't answer me. She just looked at me like I was nuts and collapsed on the bed with her arms splayed out at her sides panting.

I crawled over her and lay beside her. Then I kissed her forehead and took her hand and placed over the bulge in my jeans and asked, "Are going to do it to me?" 

"Okay, I guess fair is only fair, just promise me, you won't tell anyone about this," she replied as she rubbed her hand over the front of my jeans.

I reassured her as we stood up saying, "Honest, I won't tell anyone. But I wanna see you naked. Then I want you to strip me." She just nodded and stood there shaking as I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slipped my hands under her bra straps and pushed them the sides of her arms letting them fall to the floor. 

Jennifer was still shaking her head as she muttered, "Oh, dear God, I shouldn't be letting you do this. " As I opened the button, on her skirt and pulled down the little zipper, and tugged it down over her hips and let it drop to floor leaving her standing there in her garter belt and stockings, biting her fingernails.

Jennifer finally took the bottom of my tee shirt and pulled it up over my head. As she dropped it, I put my arms around her waist and pulled her tightly against me. As our chests came together she sighed, "Oh,God, I shouldn't," then she tilted her head.

As our lips mashed together, I slipped my tongue into her mouth causing Jennifer to gyrate her hips against mine. Then she rubbed her hands over my back, dragging her fingernails up and down my spine sending shivers of pleasure into my rock hard cock.

We played with our tongues flicking the tips of them back and forth across each other's. Then she sucked my tongue so far into her mouth, I thought she was trying to swallow it. 

She felt so good in my arms. I wanted to yank off my pants, pick her up and toss her on the bed, pry her legs apart, force myself into her, and fuck her like a lust crazed maniac. But somehow or other I was able to control my passion.

We kept kissing and groping each other like a couple of horny teenagers in the back seat of a Chevy. Jennifer was rubbing my back while I was massaging the cheeks of her ass. 

Jennifer broke our kiss and nibbled my earlobe as she fumbled with my belt buckle. When she got it open, she stuck the tip of her tongue in my ear and swirled it around giving me goose bumps and making my legs wobble. 

She laughed and blew into my ear as she whispered, "How do you like it?" Then she stuck the tip of tongue deep into my ear giving me chills of pleasure and making me jerk my hips against her. 

She kissed down the side of my neck, over my shoulders, down my chest and nipped at my nipples sending more shivers through my body that went surging right into my balls. 

Jennifer dropped to her knees and licked around my navel and stuck her tongue into it causing me to groan, "Oh, fuck." Then she teased, "How did you like it?"

She had managed to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper. Jennifer made eye contact with me as she arched her eyebrows and the corners of her lips curled up. 

Then she slipped her fingers under the waistband of under my shorts and jeans and worked them down my legs. When she got them around my ankles, I lifted my feet to let her take them off.

Jennifer's eyes got wide when my cock sprang up and uttered, "Oh, my God, Danny, your dick's as big as those guys in those videos my ... my husband watches." 

I didn't know whether or not she was just saying that to stroke my ego but what I did know was it made me feel good to hear it. I was so pleased with myself I replied, "Oh yeah, you wanna suck it?" 

Jennifer was staring at my pecker like she was worshiping it as she said playfully, "Maybe." Then she took it in her hands, puckered her lips, and kissed the tip of my dick making a loud smacking sound. 

Then she flicked her tongue across the end of my pecker and swirled her tongue around it. Then she asked, "Did you like that?" Then she sucked it back into her mouth and playfully pulled her mouth off it making another loud wet popping sound. 

She cupped my nuts and squeezed them as she licked up and down the underside of my pecker. She sucked one of my hairy nuts into her mouth and pulled her mouth off it making yet another loud wet popping sound. Then she did the same thing to my other one.

She was having fun and driving me crazy at the same time and she knew it. She spit and drooled on the head of cock and rubbed it around. She was staring up into my eyes again as she opened her mouth and engulfed the purple head of my cock.

Jennifer wrapped her hand around the base of my manhood and cupped my balls in her other. Then she sucked and slobbered on my throbbing pecker while she caressed my balls.

She was a beautiful sight with my dick in her mouth. Her cheeks were hollowed. Her soft plump lips were molded around my pulsing pecker. And she was making loud wet slurping sounds as she sucked my dong, and she had streams of saliva running out the corners of her lips, dripping down onto her breasts.

Oh, God, it felt so fucking good my whole body was trembling, my legs were getting weak and wobbling. I had shivers of pleasure racing up and down my spine that ended in my aching sperm filled balls. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, to let myself go.

Then somehow or other I managed to gain control of myself and I heard myself groaning, "Oh, God, Jennifer, stop, please stop or I'll come in your mouth." 

But she didn't stop. She just kept sucking harder and faster. I had to put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself and hold myself up. My whole body was shaking, my knees were about to give out. For some unknown reason. I didn't want to piss her off or gross her out by coming in her mouth.

She must have sensed something was wrong, becasue she pulled her mouth off my pecker with another loud wet playful pop and said, "I want you to come in my mouth so you'll feel as good as I did," Then she re-engulfed the end of my dick and sucked as she bobbed her head, and stroked it with her hand.

It felt so good. I heard myself groan "Can I fuck you face?" She didn't answer she just nodded and kept doing what she was doing. 

I put my hands on the back of her head and pulled her into my groin. Then I fucked her face like a lust crazed maniac. 

I was driving my dick so far into her mouth that the head of my cock was going down her throat causing her eyes to water as she gulped, gagged and drooled on my dick. 

Before I realized what was happening, I felt my balls tingle and tighten. Then I erupted spurting my semen down her throat. 

Jennifer was teary eyed as she gulped and gagged on my dick and swallowed my semen. But she didn't stop sucking and caressing my nuts until I put my hands on sides of her head and pushed her off my pecker. 

I think she sucked every last drop of sperm out of my balls. Then I staggered to the bed and flopped on my back. Jennifer got on the bed and curled up beside me and teased, "How did you like that?" 

I meant to kiss her cheek, but our lips came together instead. It only lasted a moment, but it was the sweetest kiss I ever had. It was the kind of kiss that only lovers know and share. 

Then I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I had only slept for a short time when Jennifer woke me by rubbing my cheek.

As I opened my eyes she said, "Danny, I can't find the words to tell you how much I enjoyed that but we shouldn't have done it." Oh, shit, I thought to myself. She's feeling guilty. "Jennifer, it was great," I replied.

Then I asked playfully, trying to keep it fun between us and not let it go downhill, "What were you thinking about while you were sucking my dick?" 

"I ... I don't know," She lied. I knew she was lying so I persisted, "Oh, come on, Jennifer, and tell me what you were thinking about."

"Nothing, I wasn't thinking about anything." I pulled her against me and brushed my lips across hers as I teased, "Were you thinking about how it would feel to have my cock in you?" 

Then I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth between her lips. "Yes, yes that's exactly what I was thinking about. How did you know?"

"Because I was thinking about how good it feel to have my cock in you while you were sucking my dick." I replied. Then I asked, "Do you think it would feel good in you?" 

"Oh, God, yes, you know I want you to do it to me. But we can't! I'm a married woman and that would be committing adultery." 

I tried to kiss her tenderly but Jennifer responded passionately in spite of her words. My dick hardened as Jennifer rubbed her hand over my chest and said, "Oh, God, Danny, I know it's wrong. But I want to feel you inside me. 

"In response I rolled over on top of her. As I settled between her thighs, she grabbed my dick and rubbed against her womanhood until it was pressing against her opening. Then she said, "Oh, good Christ, you're huge compared to my husband."

As the head of my cock slid into her, Jennifer flinched and gripped the bedcovers. Then she closed her legs and the muscles in vagina contracted around the head of my cock like a vice. 

I was holding myself up over her at arm's length as I asked, "Do you want me to stop?" "NO, it's, just that I've only been with my husband before and you're sao much bigger than he is."

"NO shit." I exclaimed. Then I said, "I'll be gentle." As I kissed her, she relaxed and opened her legs a little. 

Jennifer's eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip as I slowly pushed myself into her snug velvety soft vagina.

As we made love, her breasts were bouncing and she was raising and lowering her hips in rhythm with me mumbling, "Oh, God, Oh, God it feels so good. It's ... it's like we were made for each other. 

I leaned down and kissed her as I whispered, "I know. It does feels like we belong together." I'd never said anything like that to a women before and meant it.

Jennifer let go of the bedcovers, put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs over the backs of my thighs as she said, "Do it harder, I won't break. Oh, God, Danny, I think, I'm gonna come again." 

Then her pussy muscles contracted around my cock as she climaxed groaning, "Aah, Oh, God, I never knew it could feel this good."

When I felt her coming, I tried to pull out of her but she shook her head and said, "Don't take it out. I want you to come in me like my husband did in that little slut." 

"Okay," I groaned as I gave her those last few short hard strokes as I erupted inside her flooding her with my sperm.

After my orgasm passed, I rolled over and pulled her on top of me. She just lay there for a moment trying to catch her breath. Then she rolled off me and said guiltily, "I think I better leave now."

"Okay," was all I said? We got dressed in silence. As we stepped into the hall, Jennifer spun around wrapped her arms around my neck and I put my arms around her and pulled her against me. As our bodies molded together, our lips came together in a deep desperate loving kiss. 

Then Jennifer pulled her mouth away from mine and said, "OH, God, Danny, I know I'm a married woman and this is so wrong, but I don't care. I don't want it to end. I want to be with you."

"I don't care if you're married. I don't want it to end either," I replied. She asked, "Can I call you, and maybe we can...You know get together again?" 

"Okay," I replied, "Can I call you?" "Yes, yes promise me you'll call." She pleaded, then we exchanged phone numbers and embraced again and shared another kiss. 

When we got outside it was still sprinkling but the sun had come out. I watched Jennifer get in her car and pull out of the driveway. 

As she headed down RT 80 towards 91 south, I noticed a rainbow in the sky and Jennifer was driving towards the end of it. Then I knew somehow or other we'd be together again.

The End