16 comments/ 39230 views/ 5 favorites Revenge Served Hot By: Bakeboss Judy sat there in shock as she watched the video play on her phone repeatedly. It clearly showed her fiancé giving oral sex to some tramp stripper at his bachelor party held just last night. She had wanted him to go out and have a good time; she also knew there were to be strippers there. However, as far as she was concerned Lance had gone too far. Judy wasn't a prude she didn't even mind if he had touched her 'down there' but to but his mouth on her was over the line. In a rage, Judy started to throw her phone across the room but stopped herself just in time. Why should she punish herself by breaking her own phone, no she had to punish Lance and as she sat there crying tears of anger she came up with a plan. Judy knew the only thing that would satisfy her anger would be revenge and she wanted revenge today, right now. She went upstairs, showered, then she put on her shortest dress, her highest heels and nothing else. She gave a little spin in front of her mirror and was surprised by how much of her was exposed. She told herself it was perfect and then ran downstairs to her car before she chickened out. She knew that it was Lance's best man, John that sent her the video, so that is where she headed, his house. When she got there, she noticed the cars parked in his driveway, she knew some were other members of her upcoming wedding party along with some she didn't recognize. At first, she worried that Lance might still be there as well but she remembered that he was playing golf with her father this morning. Her original plan had been to coerce John into having sex with her but this was even better. She would do all of Lance's friends and she would make sure that someone taped the whole thing as it happened. As she approached the front door, it opened and out came John with a trash bag full of empty beer bottles. If he was surprised to see her, he didn't show it. He told her to go on inside but watch for all the sleeping and passed out people all over the place. In his front room, there were bodies every where but they looked as if they were all breathing anyway. When John came back in, he invited her to the kitchen for some coffee. "I'm sorry Judy but Lance is not here, don't you remember he's playing golf with your dad." She told him she wasn't there to see Lance, she was there to see him. In a bold move for her, she walked right up to him as he leaned against the counter. Pressing herself against his body, she told him she wanted revenge and she wanted him to help her get it. She looked him in the eye as she put her hand under his shirt and then ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. He tried to protest but she stopped him with a kiss even putting her tongue in his mouth. When she felt his erection, growing firm against her, she knew she'd get what she wanted. She clicked the video on her phone and holding it POV style she said, "This is for you Lance I hope you enjoy it as much as I will." Just then, Bruce stumbled into the kitchen when he saw Judy's hand down his buddy's pants he mumbled excuse me and turned around to leave. "Bruce, don't leave I want you in on this too." She could see he was wavering not sure, if he dare get into this mess. In her sluttiest move, she lifted her dress to display her naked pussy. "Come on Brucy, wouldn't you like some of this?" That won him over so she returned her attention back to John, unfastening his jeans and peeling them down to his knees. She bent over and stuck him in her mouth making sure he was nice and wet. She crooked her finger to Bruce calling him closer, and then she backed herself on to John's erection just like a bitch in heat. John moaned as he slipped inside her and he began rapidly pumping back and forth. She then handed her phone to Bruce telling him not to miss anything. She yanked down his shorts, grabbed his erection, and put him to her mouth. As she concentrated on trying to please both friends at the same time, her feelings of anger gave way to passion. Judy had never thought of having more than one partner at a time, and now as she realized what she was doing, her body flooded with erotic feelings. She took her mouth off Bruce long enough to look at the camera, "God Lance, this is so much better that just doing you, I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am." As soon as she put Bruce back in her mouth he started to spurt. Just as she'd seen in Lance's porno collection she pulled him from her mouth and let him shoot on her face. It felt disgusting but for some reason this only aroused her more. She looked up into the camera to make sure it recorded the slime as it dripped down her cheek. She then felt John's hand go around her waist holding her tight and she knew he was ready to cum now as well. When he was finished and growing so soft that he slipped out of her, she turned around and licked him clean. Judy then stood up and smoothed her dress back down. When she turned was when she noticed that they now had an audience. She had no idea when the three guys came in to watch but she was sure she had given them quite a show. She took her phone from Lance and then thanked both him and John. As she left the kitchen, she got a round of applause from the three who had watched. She walked out to her car and then drove away. As she drove home, she noticed she was no longer angry at her fiancé and she guessed getting even had calmed her down. Yet she still felt she needed to do one more act of revenge. She headed to the country club hoping to catch Lance before he left. She wanted to give Lance John's sloppy seconds while she put her cum coated tongue in his mouth. Revenge might be a dish best served cold but it was pretty satisfying served warm as well. Revenge, Served Hot Divorce means more than breaking apart a household. Property settlements don't address friendships. Frank and Peggy were Lorraine's neighbors and friends long before I married her and I expected their neighborhood ties would stay long after I had moved away. I was wrong. A few months after I moved away I got a Christmas card from Peggy, asking that I stay in touch. It was a comfort and a surprise. I lived a moderate distance away – about 50 miles – but responded to their suggestion that we have a holiday drink together. It was convenient for me to visit them the following Friday evening, and they made it clear I'd be welcome. It was an odd feeling pulling into their driveway and noticing – how could I not? – a strange car in my former wife's driveway. After a long "How are you doing?", "Want another drink?" and general catching up conversation I mentioned the car in Lorraine's driveway. "That's not the only one that's been there," Frank told me. "She was having all night visitors the week after you left, that doesn't surprise you, does it?" He and Peggy went on to say they knew Lorraine, who worked in real estate, had several affairs during our five year marriage. I was surprised. "And you didn't tell me? Wouldn't either of you have wanted to know, if I found out the other was cheating?" "Lorraine said you guys had an understanding," was the excuse offered. "Since you were away so often, she said you agreed, so long as she kept it quiet, she didn't have to spend her nights alone." "No way!" "Well, that's what she told us," Peggy said. "In fact, a couple of times when you were gone she asked me to go out with her at night, that the change of pace and partners would be fun." I looked questioningly at Frank: "Do you two have an 'understanding' too?" "No," Frank said. "But I did tell Peggy she could go if she took plenty of pictures." "Did you go, Peggy?" "No, I didn't. Too bad, we could have used the pictures." "Yeah," I said, "pictures of your wife screwing around are great, especially in a divorce court." "Well," Frank said, "I thought they'd be fun in the bedroom, not in court. It would have had more of a personal touch than the store-bought stuff we used to watch." "You watch porn together?" "Sure," Frank said, "doesn't everyone? It makes bedtime a lot more fun." "It does, at least for us," Peggy agreed. "Didn't you guys watch it?" "I suggested it, but Lorraine kept saying we didn't need anything like that," I said, getting a little uncomfortable with the conversation. "Are you sorry you didn't go with Lorraine?" I wanted to know. This was not the Peggy and Frank I thought I knew. "No, not at the time at least." She sighed again, and then with a sad smile said "Maybe I am now, though." "Huh?" Frank took a deep breath. "Ah, shit. You know about all of the erectile dysfunction stuff you see on TV? That's me, in the flesh. I had a prostate problem six months ago, way too early – that's for when you're a lot older. Anyway, I had a bit of surgery to fix it. The doctors tell me the plumbing is all OK, that it's all in my head, but damn it, things don't work very well." "Frank, you didn't have to tell Joe that, and besides, I love you anyway." She turned to me. "Frank is a great guy, and about the plumbing not working? It doesn't matter; he pleases me in lots of other ways. This just isn't a problem." I did a quick calculation, and concluded we each had about 4 cocktails in two and a half hours. I'm a pretty big guy, but Frank and Peggy were not. I guess they had one or two over the amount it takes to turn off social inhibitions. Well, at least they wouldn't be driving tonight. I smiled a bit. They may not be driving cars, but E.D. or not, I had a strong suspicion there might be some long haul trucking going on in their bedroom soon after I left. "I think it's time for me to start back, guys. Peggy, will you turn me from a sleepy drunk into a wide awake one? Can I have a cup of coffee before I go?" Frank answered for her. "Hey, I know this conversation went places it shouldn't. We didn't want to make you uncomfortable. We sure don't want you driving if you've been drinking. Why don't you stay, have another drink or two and then just stretch out on the sofa? It opens into a bed. We'll get you a blanket and pillow, you'll be comfortable and you can drive home sober tomorrow. Besides, won't it be neat if that ex slut wife of yours saw your car in our driveway in the morning? She always checks when we have company, so I'm sure she knows you're here now, and she'll wonder what we've been up to. And we'd let her wonder too, wouldn't we, Peggy?" Peggy had a smile on her face. "You bet." "I don't like playing games like that," I told them. "It's not a game. You had a couple of drinks, you probably shouldn't drive. Crash out here. That other stuff is just a bonus." It did make sense. "That sounds good, thanks. Peggy, hold the coffee. Another one of those Bombay martinis would make a great substitute." I went to the bar to make another round of drinks. Frank excused himself, going toward the bathroom, and Peggy came by help. She speared olives. "Want more than one?" she asked, holding one towards me. I opened my mouth to take it in, and she, instead of being a good hostess, ate it herself. "Get your own." "Tease," I replied, reaching for a toothpick, when she got in the way. "That wasn't teasing," she said. She stepped closer, wrapped her arms around me, and I tasted olive flavored lips. "That was teasing." Olive flavored lips were a new treat and I liked it. Peggy and Frank were always playful around me, so when he returned I said something about coming back too soon. "I guess so," he said with a grin. "If Peggy is putting the make on you I should get the cam corder, huh?" It was Peggy who answered, still playfully. "Who knows, you may need it." "You're all talk, woman," he said, and I agreed: "Yeah, Peggy. I don't think filming you kissing me is what he had in mind." By then I had returned to the sofa and was enjoying quite a nice drink, grateful there wasn't a long drive waiting for me tonight. Peggy and Frank were by the bar with their drinks and having a quiet conversation. Then she put her glass down and left the room. "She wants to get the stuff for the sofa for you before we forget," Frank said as he sat next to the fireplace. "So, you really didn't know about Lorraine screwing around, Joe?" "I did not. I guess I trusted her more than I should have." "Are you doing OK? Any girl friends, things like that?" "Frank, I date a little, but it's way too soon for me to think about serious relationships. The honest answer is, I'm still rebounding. I wouldn't want to be married to Lorraine, but – well, you know, suddenly discovering things were a lot different than you thought shakes a guy's confidence." "I can understand that," Frank agreed "She told Peggy that sex and lovemaking are different, but we thought Lorraine was going overboard with what she was doing. Can I ask, did you guys have good sex? Was there a problem? Lorraine told Peggy you were great in bed, but you were away a couple of days every week." "I thought we were good together, Frank. That goes to show how much I knew." I raised my glass: "Water under the bridge." Frank raised his glass too: "And to better tomorrows than yesterdays." That's when Peggy came back, wearing a robe – she was wearing slacks and a blouse earlier – and carrying pillows and a blanket. She saw me notice. "Joe, I've been drinking too much, I'd rather change while I could instead of just falling into bed clothed. That's college kid stuff, and I'm way past that in life." "A woman who thinks ahead," I agreed. "Hey Frank, you caught me kissing Joe – did you like that?" she said, slurring her words just a little. "I sure did. It made my, uh, erectile dysfunction thingy twitch a little." The martinis had gone to my head, too. "Seeing your wife kissing a guy is a hell of a cure for that, Frank." "Well, some little thing happened," he said. "Maybe the pictures I wanted you to take would have helped, Peggy. What do you think?" "Who knows? You talked about it often enough. Maybe if Joe's willing, only for the sake of science, of course, we could try another kiss." She was by now sitting next to me. "Are you willing, Joe?" "Hey, wait a minute, guys. Getting an olive flavored kiss before was fun, but. . ." She leaned towards me, and her lips covered mine. They actually covered mine for what seemed like minutes. "Oh, that's sexy, Peggy," Frank said. "Do more. Joe, that's a sexy woman beside you, are you just going to sit there?" I was more than a little speechless. That kiss wasn't neighborly, she was an aggressive, open mouth probing tongue kisser. It took me by surprise, but to be fair, my own cock began to make its presence known, and there was nothing dysfunctional about it. "Uh, Peggy. . ." "Come on, Joe, kiss me back. Kiss me while I have the nerve to be kissed." "Uh, Peggy. . ." "Please?" I looked at Frank wearing a big grin, then Peggy turned around a little so her back was against my legs, and leaned back across my lap until she was supported by my left arm. "That's better, Joe" she said, sitting up a little, her arms around my neck, and the next kiss started. I had never done this before, never exchanged sexy kisses with a woman while her husband watched. Some part of me realized this had lots of layers. Sexy kissing was the most obvious of course, and that was starting to generate a physiological reaction. Sexy kissing while a husband looked on made it not only sexier, but changed it somehow. I was becoming an alpha male, master of this little tribe. That it was something Frank condoned was still something else. The woman in my arms became one part of what was going on, but not the only part. The little sounds she was making, and little motions she was making, added to the intensity of the moment, and made everything else inconsequential. She broke the kiss, and looked at her husband. So did I, for that matter, still confused as to where this was going. Frank had a huge smile on his face. "Go, girl," he said. Peggy sat upright again. She pulled at me a little so I was leaning to the side, then I understood what she wanted. She lay on the sofa, against its backrest, and I did too, against her, arms around her, and another kiss started. You know about kissing. You know when you're lying on a sofa making full body contact with a woman, kissing her, it's more than just a kiss. It's especially more than just a kiss when her upper leg bends, reaching around yours. It's more than a kiss, it's a promise. I knew Dick was behind me, watching, and I didn't care. You know, that may not be so true. I did care. I liked that he was watching while his wife was so willingly kissing me, being sexy with me. I had my arms around her, of course, and hers were around me, and she was making little noises during the kiss and pressing against me. She had to know I had an erection, there was no dysfunction happening with me. Premature ejaculation was a real possibility, though. My upper arm was at the middle of her back, and stoking her back during the kiss was almost reflexive. She felt it, though, and she muttered a "yes" into the kiss. I stroked her again, to her hip, and she rolled a little toward me, her upper leg went a little more over me, making ass available. My fingers moved from hip across her lower back and that led to more sounds from her. I let my fingers move across her buttocks. The "Oh, yes" I heard came from Frank, not Peggy! My hand traced down her leg, and she broke our kiss. I opened my eyes to find her looking intently at me. "That was some kiss, Frank" she said. "I want to do more." Still staring, she moved a little, and rolled her hips away from me, her leg no longer was over my hip. Instead, she raised her knee a little. My hand was still on her upper leg, but her motion opened her legs a little, and pulled my hand a little more to the front. I moved my fingers just a little, testing, and she closed her eyes and her lips met mine again. This wasn't a game, she wanted to be touched. Her groin, even through the robe she was wearing, was hot. I reached down along her upper leg over her robe, felt her lifting that leg higher – I guessed she had that foot almost behind her other knee – then my fingers were on skin, not robe. "Yes, that," she moaned, and kissed me harder. I let my fingers trace along her knee to the inside part of her leg. I never thought of Peggy as this hot sexually. Nice, yes. Cute? Sure. Even a little sexy. But this turned on? Never. Her skin was on fire, and my fingers found their way to that very soft part of a woman's leg, well up from her knee. Then the side of my hand felt the brush of pubic hair. There was nothing under this robe but Peggy! One part of me was thinking this whole thing was planned, that it was as spontaneous as a shuttle launch. I was being truly seduced. There was moist heat against the side of my fingers now, then with a little adjustment, on my finger tips. I kissed her again, my pelvis pressing into her, biology battling reason. Then her hand moved too, over my hip, to my groin. A woman's hands cupping me, the first time in months, even if I was fully clothed, tipped the battle. Biology won. I broke the kiss, stood beside the sofa, and pulled my shirt off. Peggy watched open mouthed as I pulled off shoes and socks, and reached for my belt. I felt fully in control, I was no longer the guest, but the master. "Stand up," I commanded, and she did. "Take off your – no, wait. Frank, I want you to take off her robe for me. Strip her!" I heard an almost moan from behind me, then Frank went beside his wife. There was a moment of quiet, then Peggy, quiet diminutive Peggy, spoke to her husband. "Do what the man said." I stopped to watch as Frank went behind her – she tilted her head and he bent to kiss her neck, and I watched as she stood there, arms at her side, as he, still kissing her, reached around her and untied her belt. Her robe drifted open. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her lip. Frank pulled a little at the shoulders and the robe opened more, exposing breasts, pelvis. His lips were still on her neck, and she opened her eyes, stared at me, it was as challenging a look as I could imagine. She moved her arms and her robe slipped down and fell away. There was a pause of what might have been a few real time seconds, but they were emotional hours, then she said "Stop, Frank. I'm going to Joe now. You can see what you always wanted to; you can watch me with another man." He put his hands on her waist and pushed her towards me. "Go to him. Joe, take her." I extended my arms, she reached for me then this nude wife was in my arms, wanting to be held, to be kissed, to be touched, caressed, fucked. It didn't take me long to kick my shoes off, and push away slacks and briefs and socks. "Peggy, look at me," I commanded. She was staring into my face. "Peggy, look at my body. Is that what you want, what Frank wants you to want?" She was still biting at her lip, but her gaze moved down my body, she was focused on my very erect cock. "That's want we want," she agreed. "Show Frank what you want to do!" "Yes, show me," Frank said, almost in a grunt. She took a step toward me, and we moved together to the sofa again. I sat, she stood, and Frank moved to where he had a good view. "Do what we talked about you doing," he told her. She slowly knelt in front of me, put her hands on my knees and opened then, then bent toward my penis. "Turn your head a little Peggy, so I can see," her husband said, and we both watched as her hair brushed the top of my thigh. Then her lips ever so tentatively touched me, touched the side of my penis. I saw her glance toward her husband, then lift her head up a little, and her lips touched its head. Then her tongue ever so softly touched it. I was having trouble controlling myself, so was Frank. He groaned "do it" and her mouth opened and she took me in. Oh God, I had blow jobs before, but never like this, never being watched by a husband. It was exquisite! I was the one who stopped it: I didn't want this to end with oral. I stood, positioned her on the sofa, and moved on her. She put one foot on the floor, the other high on the sofa, spread wide. I've fucked many women in my life, but never did my cock enter as warm and wet a cunt as was Peggy's. Never was penetration so easy, so welcoming. I was not going to last long. Then came a payoff of a different sort. Frank moved beside the sofa, he had his pants down around his knees, and whatever had been causing his dysfunction was gone – he had an erection. Peggy saw him – it and did a truly hot wife thing. Watching her suck him while I was fucking her was more eroticism than I could stand. I exploded in her. She still moved against me, and when I pulled out a moment later Frank moved onto her, and I got to watch them move together, too. Not too long later Frank, then also spent, said "It ain't broken any more, is it?" All three of us laughed. It turns out the sofa expanded into a double bed, and we made short work turning it into one. A double bed is fine for three people. The den was really dark, but Peggy was easy to find – by both of us, twice that night. I should tell you a little about what that was like. Imagine waking, then rolling towards a nude woman, and having her roll towards you, lips meeting as though it was a rehearsed move, imagine feeling her husband's arms also around her, stoking her breasts. Peggy rolled on top of me, with me in her. Frank moved behind her, and onto her, I could feel his weight too, could feel him stoking, moving. I had never taken part in a double penetration before, it was incredibly erotic. The thing no one had ever mentioned are the sensations. There's no real mechanical barrier between cervix and anal cannel, guys, you can feel her move, and you can feel the other cock move, too. Don't miss that experience, especially if it's with the other guy's wife. I remember thinking during one of the cuddling-after-sex times (there were a few of them that night) that in this family at least it wasn't the penis anymore that was dysfunctional. Some social workers and family counselors might suggest the family was, though. I left early. Peggy and Frank came to my car to say goodbye, and Peggy, wrapped in her robe, gave me a goodbye kiss that was a lot more than neighborly. "Maybe we should go back inside," I told her when it ended. "That's not going to happen, Joe," she said. "Frank and I have a couple of months of sex to make up, and he better be ready to start paying up now." "I'm ready, woman," he said to both of us. I shook his hand, and drove off. I couldn't help noticing my former wife's guest's car was already gone. That wasn't an all nighter after all. Good. Maybe she had less fun than I did. I got home in about an hour, only to find the most delicious and unexpected payoff. It was my ex wife's voice on the answering machine. "You bastard," she said. "They were my friends. How could you have an affair with her? How long had that been going on? I'm going to talk to my lawyer, I want to reopen our divorce settlement, you can't be fucking around on me!" It wasn't intended as revenge, but whoever said revenge, intended or not, was best served cold didn't know what he was talking about. This was served hot. Revenge... Served Hot I think that most of us can relate to the feeling of being cheated on. For some people it brings up feelings of inadequacy as they try to determine what they did wrong and how they failed to please their lover. For others it simply causes anger and the desire for revenge. My case was certainly one of the latter. Jen and I began dating back in our last year of high school. She was a pretty girl; kind of tomboy-ish and a bit big-boned, but still very sexy. She had gorgeous eyes and a sexy voice, but her best physical feature was, without a doubt, her breasts. They were nice and big, probably a D-cup, and remarkably firm and perky despite their size. Her age surely helped them to fight gravity, but she just seemed to be genetically blessed in that area. We had been together for a few months before we decided to have sex, both of us offering the other our respective virginity. Our first time was, as most first times are, awkward and anti-climactic. It was physically uncomfortable for her, and I didn't last very long, making it somewhat less than satisfying. As the months wore on we got better, each of us learning how to please the other and me, of course, learning to last a bit longer. I certainly wouldn't say the sex was fantastic, but it was definitely satisfying. Jen's biggest redeeming quality in the bedroom was that she seemed to truly enjoying giving head. Every time we fucked she would precede it with a blowjob, sucking my dick enthusiastically but never letting me cum in her mouth. Unfortunately she wasn't comfortable with me returning the favor, so it wasn't until after our relationship ended that I finally learned how to please a woman orally. About a year into the relationship I could sense that she was starting to get bored with me, and the feeling was entirely mutual. We started to spend more time apart from each other, hanging out with different groups of friends. Jen had one friend in particular that she seemed to be spending a lot of time with, a guy whose name escapes me at the moment. In my heart I knew that she was cheating on me. In fact, I even went so far as to accuse her of it at one point. She, of course, denied it, but the feeling that I was right didn't go away. Less than a week later we decided to go our separate ways. We talked a few times after that, but lost touch for quite a while. I heard through a couple of mutual acquaintances that Jen had, in fact, cheated on me, and that she had started to develop a reputation as a bit of a slut. It was a couple of years later that we bumped into each other again in a night club. She had shed the tomboy look and now looked very sexy in her short skirt and low-cut top. We talked and flirted for hours until the bar closed for the night, at which time I drove her home. One thing led to another and, not surprisingly, we wound up in bed together. We had both improved our sexual skills, so we were easily able to fuck each other into exhaustion. The next day we spent a while talking. She told me that she and her roommate were, for a while, bringing home a new guy each weekend, but that she had stopped doing that a while ago. She seemed genuinely interested in giving our relationship a second chance, and I told her that I would be happy to do just that. Of course, truth be told, I still didn't trust her. In fact, if I were to be perfectly honest with myself, my only motivation in getting back together with her was sex. Oh, and revenge. For the next couple of months we saw each other at least three times a week, never missing an opportunity to have sex. She hadn't lost her affinity for sucking dick, so I spent a great deal of our time together with my dick in her mouth. I felt bad that I was basically using her for sex, but I remembered what she had done to me and then I didn't feel quite so bad. I wanted revenge, and it practically fell into my lap in the form of Shannon. Shannon was a pretty little thing that I met through some friends. She was very active and kept herself in phenomenal shape. As soon as I met her I found myself admiring her tight ass and toned thighs, not to mention the look in her eyes; a look that said volumes about her sexuality. I wound up fucking Shannon later that night on the side of the road on my way to drive her home. During the rest of the drive I found out that she was very uninhibited and enjoyed almost anything to do with sex. When I told her that I was seeing someone she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she actually suggested that the three of us get together at the same time. I dropped her off at home and followed her inside where I fucked her again. We talked several times over the next couple of days, and it was Shannon that suggested how I could get my revenge against Jen. The following Saturday Jen and I had just returned from dinner and a nice evening walk. As soon as we got in the door we wound up kissing and groping each other, making our way into the bedroom. Within minutes we were both naked and Jen was sitting on the edge of the bed, my cock in her mouth as I stood in front of her. I let her suck it for a minute before pushing her back onto the bed and climbing on top of her. I put my cock between her tits and slid it back and forth for a few minutes, then moved up higher to feed her my cock. As I gently fucked her mouth from on top I reached under one of the pillows and grabbed onto the handcuffs I had placed there earlier. Jen didn't notice anything out of the ordinary until she felt the steel close around her right wrist. By the time she realized what was happening I had already cuffed her right wrist to the bed frame and closed the other cuffs around her left. She resisted a bit, but was foolish enough to trust me and allow me to cuff her left wrist to the bed as well, leaving her naked and helpless. "Stay there," I said. She looked confused as I left the room, but the look of confusion was suddenly combined with fear as I came back in the room with Shannon at my side. She was wearing nothing but a sexy black bra and thong, and as we stood together at the foot of the bed, looking down at Jen, Shannon began stroking my cock. "This is my new friend Shannon," I said to Jen. "She's agreed to help me pay you back for what you did a couple of years ago." "What did I do?" Jen asked, innocently. "You turned into a dirty little cock whore and let someone else fuck you," I said. The look in her eyes told me that she knew it was true. "So," I continued, "since you fucked someone else while we were together, I'm going to fuck someone else, and you're going to watch." I turned to Shannon and kissed her passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. "I want you to fuck me harder than you ever fucked that stupid bitch," Shannon said as she pulled her face away from mine. "She doesn't deserve your big cock." "Why don't you show our dirty slut how a real woman sucks a guy off?" I suggested. Jen was still lying still on the bed, her eyes unable to leave the scene unfolding in front of her. Shannon climbed onto the bed and kneeled next to her, then leaned over her body and put her elbows on the mattress on the other side of Jen's body, but not before grabbing Jen's nipples and giving them a twist. I moved to the side of the bed so that my dick was pointing right at Shannon's face. She grabbed it with one hand and started to lick it from base to tip, rubbing the head all over her face but not taking it into her mouth. "Okay!" Jen cried. "That's enough! I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you!" Shannon looked over at her and smiled before turning back to me and taking my entire cock all the way down her throat. Jen was always an enthusiastic cocksucker, but she had never managed to fit more than five or six inches down her throat, while Shannon was able to take all eight without even the slightest hint of a gag. "That feels so fucking good Shannon," I said as her head bobbed back and forth on my cock. Jen's eyes were riveted on it as it disappeared into Shannon's throat and then came almost all the way back out, over and over again. "Get it ready for your pussy baby." She reached back behind her to undo her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and letting her tits swing free. Her breasts were about a cup size smaller than Jen's, but every bit as nice. "I love your dick so much," Shannon said to me. "I'd never risk losing this cock like that stupid whore." "She can't help it," I said. "She's nothing but a worthless slut." Jen said nothing, the look on her face conveying every emotion from betrayal to lust. Shannon kept sucking on my cock for a few minutes before pulling away and sitting up. "I want you to eat my pussy," she said to me. She climbed over Jen's body and sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. I quickly pulled her thong down and off and then knelt on the floor in front of her, tossing her thong onto Jen's face. I dove into her bald pussy hard and fast, devouring her clit as I started to push first one finger, then another into her. "Bitch, you have no idea what you're missing," she said, looking over at Jen, who had moved her head so that Shannon's thong wasn't on her face any more. Shannon knew that Jen would never let me go down on her and was rubbing it in. It was only a couple of minutes later that Shannon started to cum, crying out obscenities as she arched her back. "Are you ready to get fucked?" I asked her, pulling my head away. She nodded her head and I stood up, bending my knees just enough to line my cock up with her pussy. Jen stared in shock as I began to inch my cock into Shannon's wet cunt. "Stop it!" Jen cried. "You can't make me watch you fuck her! You're such a fucking asshole!" "What's wrong, bitch?" Shannon asked as my cock slid in and out of her pussy. "Don't like watching your boyfriend fuck another woman?" "Please stop!" Jen said. "I can't take it anymore!" Shannon and I just smiled at each other as I started to fuck her hard. She was lying back against Jen's naked body, and I couldn't help but wish there was some way to fuck both of them at the same time. The only sounds in the room were my grunts and Shannon's moans as we fucked. Jen was still unable to tear her eyes away, choosing to watch every thrust. A couple of minutes later Shannon started to cum, gasping for air and thrashing around underneath me. When she was done cumming I pulled my cock out and Shannon stood up off the bed. She turned away from me and bent over, resting her head on Jen's stomach, looking up at her with a lustful smile on her face. I stood behind her and put the head of my cock between her pussy lips and then pushed in. "That feels so fucking good!" I said as I fucked her. "Take that fucking cock, Shannon!" Jen's gaze was starting to soften, as though she had finally resigned herself to the circumstances and was now starting to relax and enjoy the show. "Fuck me hard baby!" Shannon cried. "Your dick feels so big inside me!" "You're so much better than that cheating bitch underneath you!" I said to her. She reached back and started to rub her clit as I pounded in and out of her. I started to spank her lightly, then harder as I reached up with my other hand and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling back on it. "I can't believe I'm watching this!" Jen said. Her voice had gone from anger and disgust to intrigue and surprise as the encounter had rolled on. Her surprise more than doubled, however, when she felt Shannon's fingers probing the entrance to her pussy. "She's fucking soaked!" Shannon said to me. Jen started to squirm as Shannon fingered her pussy in time with my thrusts. "Oh my god!" Shannon said. "I'm cumming again!" I rammed my cock deep into Shannon's pussy and held it there, waiting for her to finish cumming. When her orgasm had finally subsided I pulled out and then grabbed onto her hips. I surprised them both by guiding Shannon on top of Jen so that they were lying face-to-face. The sight of their naked bodies pressed together, the swell of their breasts pressing outward, was almost enough to send me over the edge without any further contact. I got onto the bed, climbing between their legs. Their pussies were only inches apart as I pushed into Shannon. She moaned, burying her face in Jen's shoulder as I started to fuck her again. "I'm so fucking wet!" she said, looking right at Jen as she said it. Their faces were inches away from each other, and I wished that I had a better view of the looks in both of their eyes. "She fucking loves your cock!" Jen said to me, finally giving in and enjoying the situation. I reached down and started to rub Shannon's clit at first. My hands eventually found their way to Jen's pussy, fingering it as I fucked Shannon. "I'm sorry I was such a slut!" Jen cried. "I just want to cum so bad!" "Play your cards right and you just might get my dick inside you, bitch!" I said. "You girls love my fucking dick, don't you?" Both girls moaned in response and I started spanking Shannon again. I grabbed her hair again as well, this time using my grip to guide her mouth to Jen's. I watched as they kissed, reluctantly at first, but then getting right into it. "Cum for me, Shannon!" I said. "Yes baby!" she cried, her mouth separating from Jen's. "Take my fucking pussy! Make me your slut too!" Seconds later she was screaming out loud as she came hard. "What do you think, Shannon?" I asked. "Should I fuck this stupid bitch?" "Fuck yes!" Shannon said. "Do it!" I pulled my cock out of Shannon's pussy and started to rub it up and down the length of Jen's pussy. "Stop teasing me and fuck me already!" Jen said. I smiled and pushed my cock all the way into her pussy, confirming that it was as wet as Shannon had implied. I started fucking her hard, still staring down at the two of them as Shannon remained on top and they kissed some more. "This feels fucking amazing!" Jen cried. I reached down and fingered both of them, alternating between Jen's clit and Shannon's pussy. "You fucking dirty whore!" Shannon said. "Cum for him, bitch!" I stopped thrusting for a moment, reaching over to my end table. I was just barely able to open the drawer and pull out the key for the handcuffs. I reached up and undid them both, freeing Jen's hands. She immediately responded by grabbing onto Shannon's ass with one hand and her head with the other, pulling her even deeper into the kiss. "His dick is so fucking big!" she said to Shannon as they separated. "I don't know how you could cheat on him and his big cock," Shannon said. "I'd do anything for that hard cock!" "Holy shit!" Jen cried. "I'm fucking cumming!" I rammed my cock in deep, feeling her pussy pulse around it as her orgasm took over her entire body. It seemed to last forever, finally calming down before I pulled out. I had Shannon roll off of her and then I straddled her chest, pointing my cock at her face as I rubbed it. "Get ready for my cum, you little whore!" I said. "Cover her fucking face!" Shannon said, watching in awe. Seconds later my cock exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum onto Jen's face. "What a fucking whore!" Shannon said. "I love this fucking cum!" Jen said as it continued to splash onto her face. "Cover my face baby!" Even I was amazed at how much cum had shot onto her. Her face was practically covered, and she looked sexier than she ever had. "That felt so fucking good!" I said. "Look at all that cum!" As I climbed off of Jen, Shannon moved on top of her again and began to lick all of my cum off of her face, swallowing it as she went. "You two are so fucking hot!" I said. "I never imagined my revenge would be so hot!" The girls both looked over at me and smiled, then they shared another sexy kiss. Shannon then climbed off of Jen and got off the bed, grabbing for the covers on the floor and then pulling them over us as she got back into bed. Within a few short minutes we were all dozing off, one sexy woman on either side of me.