51 comments/ 207100 views/ 27 favorites Husband's Revenge By: Friskee_cpl This story is for all those out there that like to see a man get sweet revenge on an unfaithful wife and her accomplices. Not a lot of sex in it but hopefully a good read. Like most of us here I am not a professional writer so please enjoy and send constructive comments. Cheers. ---------- I was sitting at my computer entering in yet another boring goods receivable when Meg pushed her chair up against mine. "Come and check this out," she said, "This is bloody amazing." I pushed over and after she checked over her shoulder to make sure our supervisor wasn't looking she brought up Google earth. "Check this out, you can go down to street level." I bent over and looked at the image of the outside of the factory where we worked. Some of the guys were having morning tea in the sunshine and others were walking back to the maintenance section. It was pretty amazing. "It certainly wasn't taken recently," I said to her, "They are all in short sleeves, there's sunshine and leaves on the trees. It's at least six months ago." "I might have a look at my house," Meg said as she zoomed out. The familiar shape of the town where we lived appeared on the screen and she easily zoomed down to her house. She laughed as she scrolled down and hit 'Street View', "I'll check to see if my hubby is being a bludger at home." A photo of her house popped up and she peered closely at the screen. She pointed at the screen and had a quite giggle, "Wow that's amazing, " she said again, "My brother's car is in the drive and he was only here for three days back in February, so it was around then. Tim's ute is not there so I guess he's at work. It was either a Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday in the first week of Feb." "What does he do again?" I asked. She had told me but I couldn't remember. "He's a plumber. Tim Blacklock Plumbing." she looked at me with a kind of pity in her eyes, "You met him at the Christmas party remember. He was dressed as Zorro." I closed my eyes pretending to visualize. I knew exactly who he was. 'Lucky bastardo' is what I had called him. To be married to someone as hot as Meg had to be a lucky bastard. She was a petite brunette with a great character. Not only was she hot but also she was a fantastic person to boot. We got on really well and she was a great support for me after I had walked out on my wife. I was tempted to type in our old address but decided not to. Eight months ago I was still living there with Zoe. Meg didn't need me cracking up again. I knew that if I looked at it here there would be a chance I'd lose it again. "The last thing I want to do is have a look at my old house," I muttered into the screen, "I'm trying to forget the bitch." "You need to either get some decent counselling, not just your mates down the pub, or take some action and stop letting her run the divorce," she leant forward and looked me in the eyes, "You have no kids, she is living in your house and she treats you like shit. Come on man, take some action." She slapped her hand on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was the first touch from a woman since I'd left my wife. "When the time is right I'll get my revenge, don't you worry about that." "And what do you plan on doing?" "I don't know just yet." I went back to my desk, "the right moment hasn't arisen yet." To be honest, I had no plan at all. ............ My computer blipped to life as I sat down with my takeaway noodles and nudged the mouse. I had been thinking about 'Street View' all day and had decided that tonight I would take a look at the old house. At least if I was by myself and decided to throw something around the house, no one would get hurt, or at the least, sprayed with noodles. I opened Google Maps and typed in my old address. The globe spun around and zoomed down into our town highlighting the street, which was in a rural subdivision just out of town, with a bright blue edge. My stomach was churning as I lingered with the mouse over the location of the house. I had the same feelings that I'd had all those months ago when I had discovered, completely by accident, that my wife of three tears was a total slut. When we had first married she was actually very much the prude. I had been only her second sexual companion and she wasn't really the adventurous type. In order to spice things up a bit I introduced her to the rich world of pornography. After reluctantly watching one with me she almost immediately became a bit more adventurous, imitating the language and actions of the pornstars became a regular bedtime activity. Towards the end of our second year of marriage she had started to download and watch all sorts of movies, especially gangbang and group sex movies. She even bought a dildo to use after I had finished and she would go at it for quite a long time before eventually getting me back hard again. She really did change though when she met Dave and Annie. Dave is my boss at the factory and a total prick. I had applied for the top job against him and he had won. His wife is a nasty, skinny redhead with a tattoo of a rose on her ankle and a nose stud. Both are in their late 30's. They met at the Christmas party in early December and Zoe became a mate all too quickly. On occasion Zoe would come to work to see me but end up in Dave's office, sometimes for a bit too long. I didn't worry too much because Annie was always with her. Three weeks after they met, on Christmas Eve, Zoe decided to give me her present. We had just watched another movie when she grabbed my dick and said "Do you want to fuck me in the arse?" It was not something that I had even thought about. I never thought that she was even in the slightest interested in a bit of anal play. That night she had the wildest orgasm she'd ever had. I had never seen her as insatiable as she was that night and in retrospect, it was definitely the turning point because over the next two months she became a sexual monster. She used to kneel on the floor fucking her pussy or arse with a dildo and wanting me to blow in her open mouth, she was a total hornbag and I loved it. For God's sake what man wouldn't. I had the perfect wife. Sexually active, adventurous and extremely good looking. She was 5' 8", long blonde hair and she has a model's physique. Her boobs were only small but that's how I like 'em. Towards the beginning of February though her behaviour began to change. She had become distant and aggressive towards me. She was spending a lot of time at home instead of going to work, claiming that she didn't feel well. One day, completely by chance, I discovered the truth behind all those days off. I had chucked a sickie because I just needed to get away from Dave who was giving me a particularly hard time. I was lying in bed reading a book when I heard the cat miaowing at the door. I opened it only to watch it come in with a mouse in its mouth. The cat was bringing it in for a play and as soon as it set foot inside he let go of it and it scurried behind the chest of drawers. I quickly jammed a shoe and some clothes down the side of the chest hopefully blocking the exits. I'd figured that the mouse would be under the bottom drawer so I slowly pulled it out. What I saw changed my life forever. Lying on the carpet was a pile of photographs of a woman being fucked by several men. That woman was my wife. I wrenched the draw out and pulled the rest of the items out. My heart and head nearly exploded as I pulled out vibrators, oils, leather underwear, DVD's, and even more images of my wife with cum all over herself. My stomach couldn't handle it and I leapt up, almost as quickly as the mouse leapt back into the cat's claws, and stuck my head out the door and vomited. I collapsed shaking back onto the floor and once again looked at the images. I was sweating like a bastard as the adrenaline coursed through my veins. There were about 30 different pictures of my wife, dressed in the leather underwear, being pleasured by about five men. All I could see of the men was that one had a tattoo of a chain around his biceps and another had a ying/yang tattoo on his shoulder. All their faces were pixelated, except for my wife's smiling one. I threw the cat back outside and sat on the corner of the bed looking at the horrid display of my wife's rampant and slutty behaviour. I had the rest of the day to formulate my response to what had happened, and a weird calm came over my body. After months of her unstable behaviour I now had a valid excuse to leave. I gathered up all the photos and tore them into small pieces. I laid them out on the bed like the beginning of a large pornographic jigsaw. The three DVD's cracked easily as I slammed my heel down splintering them into silvery shards. The leather underwear took an extra effort but the scissors in the kitchen made easy work of them. I grabbed the three vibrators and took them into the garage. All my power tools were in the lockup so I got out my drop saw and plugged it in. Within minutes her toys were nothing more than dozens of discs laid out on the bedroom floor. After destroying her collection, I took to looking after my own possessions. I immediately logged into our Internet banking account and transferred as much as I could into another bank's account that I had opened to save for a motorbike. Thankfully my car was a wagon, so I could lay the seats down and fill the back with all my clothes and other necessities like the TV etc. I knew that I couldn't take all my tools, lawnmower etc so I shoved them all into the steel lockup and clamped the padlock shut. My only regret was that I had to leave my dog, Fred, behind. I knew that dogs weren't welcome in hotels. At 3pm that day I left my home and began a new life as a single man. After booking into the pub and unloading some of my gear I called my solicitor and booked an appointment. I turned my mobile phone off and then went down to the bar and got so drunk, I can barely remember going back up again. The meeting with my solicitor didn't go as well as expected. He told me I should have kept the evidence of her behaviour as proof, and I would have had no problems getting a decent settlement had I taken them with me. He could understand, and commended me for taking such detailed action, but was concerned that without evidence of her infidelity I would have little to use against her. And that is what exactly is happening. She has made me out to be the ogre, she has been making accusations about how I supposedly abused her and would routinely threaten her if she didn't fulfil certain 'activities'. She had no evidence either, and made no mention of the chopped up photos, the splintered DVD's or the sliced toys. My solicitor is making noises about my ability to pay his bill. That doesn't sound good. Anyway in three weeks we are booked at the Family Law court to try and get a resolution. I need to get some evidence of her fucking other men so that I can get my life back together and she can wander off. It was thinking about this, and the pics of Meg's house on Google Street View that formulated a loose plan in my mind. So without any hesitation I hit the Street View button and watched a view of my house form. The view was down the driveway, a driveway full of cars. Cars that I had never seen before except one distinctive black Audi. The black Audi that my boss Dave received as part of his promotion. There was a twin cab ute, a blue Subaru Liberty, a red Alfa of some description and a few others I couldn't see properly. I had long suspected something was going on with Dave and Annie and now my suspicions were confirmed. The other cars, no doubt, belonged to whoever else was fucking her at the time. I had expected to feel angry and upset at seeing something like this but for now I wasn't. I now had a plan. In order to win against her all I needed was a few photos or video of her going for it. I needed a digital camera that could also do video and an opportunity to get to the house and take some shots. That opportunity came the very next day. ----------- I'd noticed how Dave routinely disappeared on a Tuesday afternoon to either a doctor's appointment or a meeting and today was no exception. At about 10.30 he came into our office and declared that at 1.30 he had to go to a meeting with the union at the Labour Council HQ. I knew he was full of shit so I set my plan into motion. One of the many benefits of being single again was that I could do as I pleased. One of the things I'd done was buy myself a nice Triumph Bonneville. I never rode it to work because I was now within walking distance of the factory. Being springtime I also suffered badly from hay fever and I used my blocked and congested status as reason to disappear early. I headed straight to the local camera shop and bought a Pentax digital and a 2gb card. I received a bit of tuition from the sales assistant who pointed out the video function and the automatic features. I know nothing about cameras so I was thankful for the help. The battery was nearly empty so I shot back home and gave it a quick charge while I shoved a couple of meat pies down my gullet. At about 1.00pm I shoved the camera into my pocket, threw on the leathers and hopped on the bike. I rode back to work and waited down the street for Dave to leave. I didn't have to wait long. The black Audi cruised past and headed towards Dave and Annie's place rather than my own. I knew the town well enough to take another route so I zipped around a few back streets and met him again as he pulled into his driveway. Annie sauntered out in a long black coat and hopped in. I did a U-turn and headed towards my old home. Being in front would allay any suspicions about being followed and I was certain they were heading out to my place. On the 10-kilometre drive home I watched the Audi in my rear view before on one long downhill stretch he decided to overtake me. As the Audi cruised past neither of them looked at me and I slowed down to about 90kmh as they forged ahead. I only had about two k's to go so I was happy to watch what happened. The Audi slowed down and turned left into the driveway. I wasn't surprised to see a pile of cars in the drive but one vehicle in particular shocked me. A Twin Cab ute with Tim Blacklock Plumbing emblazoned on the side was parked near the back yard. Meg's husband was part of this group and I felt very sorry for her. I went past the house and turned left up the neighbours drive. Bruce and Amy were a young yuppie couple that worked in the city and only came up on the weekends. I was free to use their property without fear of being caught. Fortunately a large tree reserve separates the two lots and provided me with the cover I needed. I steered the bike to behind a large rocky outcrop at the back of the property. The rocky outcrop was on Crown land and allowed a perfect view of the backyard of my old home. I parked the bike behind some wattles and removed my helmet and jacket. I couldn't see the driveway from where I was so I climbed over the fence and climbed up the back of the outcrop. Another two cars were pulling into the drive. Out of one car alighted the Mayor. I couldn't believe it. I had politicians, businessmen and fellow workmates all using my ex-wife as a plaything. They all walked in the front door and I waited another 20 minutes before deciding what to do next. I felt incredibly empowered as a plan formed in my mind. I could easily get into the house through the laundry door and then down the hall to the study and spare rooms. If they were in our bedroom it would be a problem getting a shot of them. If they were in the lounge room, which I expected them to be because I could hear music, it wasn't a problem. The house is designed in a U shape with a central courtyard. I could sit in the study and take a few pics across the courtyard into the room. The sky to the west was darkening with an oncoming afternoon storm. Ninja like I scurried down the hill and over the stile. Fred, my dog, began barking at me until I got close enough for him to realise who I was. He was tethered to a tap and was within reach of a large metal bowl of water. I gave him a pat before I snuck past the twin cab and into the laundry. The music became louder as I entered the room but I still slowly closed the door behind me to reduce any noise. The garage was to my right and the light had been left on. I didn't worry about it and snuck down the hall and turned left into the study. I crawled in behind the desk and peeked over. I expected to see sex but what I saw nearly had me collapsing in shock. Zoe was on the lounge and opposite her was Annie and they were shoving a big thick double-headed dildo into their shaved cunts. Zoe was sucking Dave's cock and the Annie the Mayor's. The other five men were standing around wanking their cocks. Zoe was dressed in another leather outfit and Annie in lace. I recognised Dave, who also had the telltale ying/yang tattoo on his shoulder, the mayor, Meg's husband and even the owner of one of the bookstores in town. I even now knew who had a tattoo of a chain on his arm; it was Zoe's solicitor. I was in a perfect position to watch the show unfold and if I'd been some sort of 'fucked in the head' jilted husband I would have had a wank, but I had a purpose now. I needed to focus and to be honest I was in no mood for sex. Revenge was all that was on my mind. I had a perfect view of all of them so I pulled the camera out of my pocket and aimed it at the naked circus opposite. I really should have read the instructions because as soon as I pressed the shutter the flash went off alerting them to my presence. I saw two of them breakaway and come running through the kitchen in my direction. I nearly shit myself before I pocketed the camera and scampered across the floor and sprinted back down the hallway to the garage. With only seconds between me and the two men chasing me I had to think, and act, fast. Thankfully they didn't know the layout of the house as well as me and I could hear them talking as I entered the garage. "It came from in here, I'm sure of it," one of them said. "You check those rooms," the other said, "I'll check whatever's down here." I looked into the garage and saw that all my gear was still in the lockup. I flicked the light switch off when an idea struck me. I stumbled into the semi-darkness and reached up and released the hot globe from its batten and juggled it over to the corner of the room near my steel mesh lock up. I threw myself against the wall and carelessly banged the steel mesh with my elbow. To me it sounded like Quasimodo was at his bell ringing best, and I silenced it by holding the vibrating sheet of steel mesh. Holding my breath I peeked through a gap in the boxes and watched the silhouette of a naked man appear in the doorway. It felt as though my heart had moved into my head. The pounding was deafening. His hand reached around the corner of the doorway looking for the switch. "Anything down there?" The other man said as he walked down the hall. "I heard something but the bloody light doesn't work," he said as he flicked the switch continuously. "What sort of sound?" "Sounded like the roller door." "We would have heard it going down if it was that." "Maybe there's someone hiding in here." "Ok mate I'm game if you are." At that moment something wonderful happened. Just as they were about to walk into the room a flash of lightning filled the hall with light and Fred, my loyal canine, dragged his chain past his metal bowl as he panicked from the storm. "Oh for fucks sake it was lightning," one of them laughed. "Let's get back, this is ridiculous, I don't pay good money to chase storms and scared fucking dogs." Husband's Revenge They turned and went back up to the hallway. Although I hadn't been holding my breath I leant back into the wall and let out a long slow breath of air of the type that a dog would sense absolute fear in. And what a revelation! Not only was she fucking everyone in sight she was charging them as well I waited a few minutes before pulling the camera out of my pocket and looking at the image. Unfortunately the flash had bounced back off the window and I could see nothing of what was happening in the lounge room. With the time to think about what I was doing, and what to do next, my eyes became well adjusted to the dim light in the garage. I looked into my lockup and saw a few items that I would have liked to take with me. One of them was my SilverHawk archery bow. As your mind does when you see something like a bow and arrow, I immediately visualised a cascade of flaming arrows heading towards a wave of sword wielding warriors or shot into a fuel filled channel that explodes into flame...... That was when my idea hit me. It was so bizarre an idea that it would just have to work. But I needed a few more images, and some video, to use against her. I adjusted the camera until the flash was turned off and practiced with a few shots of the garage door. I carefully snuck back out to the hall and went back to the study. They had changed positions and Zoe was sitting with the Mayoral cock in her arse and another man's cock was in her pussy. Dave was busy sliding his cock into her mouth. Annie was bent over and being fucked by Meg's husband, Tim. I snapped a few shots and waited. Soon enough Tim pulled out and went over to the other bloke, who moved out of the way, and began fucking Zoe. I took a few more and then turned the video on. I sat the camera up and pressed record. I filmed in short bursts of about 30 seconds. At one stage the Mayor got up and three of them stood at the back of the room so I took a pic of them. Zoe had got up and was now kneeling on the floor being fucked by her solicitor and sucking Tim who came all over her face as I filmed another 30 second grab. Another bloke moved over and took his place and also sprayed her smiling face with cum. The smile gave it away. She loved this. I had everyone on both film and video so I crawled back across the floor and into the garage. I threw my bow kit over my shoulder and grabbed the only three arrows I had. I grabbed a handful of rags off the bench and slowly opened the door that I had come in. I checked to make sure no one was out there before I zigzagged through the cars, bolted up the backyard and almost leapt over the stile before shooting up the hill like a frightened hare. From behind the rocks I had a perfect view of the cars. My only concern was that I was now exposed to the approaching storm. Lightning was increasing and so was the wind. I felt like a SAS commando as I ran back down to the garage. I grabbed the, thankfully full, Jerry can out into the driveway. It was not yet raining but the thunder and lightning was getting closer and closer. The driveway has a slight slope, from the backyard to the front, and the six cars were all lined up in a zigzag fashion. The black Audi was in the middle taking up all the shade from the gum tree overhead. I unscrewed the lid and poured petrol all over each of the cars and into the cab of Tim's ute. As soon as they were well soaked I threw some fuel over the bits of cloth I had salvaged and threw them into a plastic bag. In one of the cars I saw a mobile phone sitting on the seat and, as luck would have it, the door was unlocked. I tucked my hand into my shirtsleeve and opened the door. I quickly grabbed the phone and threw some fuel in before gently closing it again. From my post on the hill I had a prefect view of the back of Tim's ute so I threw the Jerry can in the back next to some drums, and titled it over so that the fuel dripped slowly out into the tray. I went back into the shed and grabbed the lighter off the bench before going back outside to check all was good. The yard reeked of petrol and before I went up the hill I took Fred off his leash and moved him around to the other side of the house and tethered him to the clothesline. The wind was infernally strong now and the smell of rain was on the wind. I ran as fast as my weak legs could take me back up the hill. The sky to the west was getting darker and darker. I grabbed one of the rags and an arrow and began wrapping the cloth around the arrowheads. My hands were shaking like they were making a cocktail. I tied a knot in it before getting it in position. I struggled a bit trying to get the lighter lit before I remember seeing how they used to dip the arrows into a vat of burning oil to ignite them. I gathered up a small pile of leaves and sparked them up with the lighter. It was then easy to dip the arrow into the fire and start firing. The cloth erupted in flame as it touched the flame and the heat was almost too much to bear. The flame was too high and I couldn't see properly. I pulled the arrow back and stood up and simply aimed in the direction of the cars. I let go and the arrow sped towards the cars at a too high angle and a speed that was much too fast. I watched with bitter disappointment as the arrow lodged flaming, into the gum tree above the black Audi. I grabbed another arrow and repeated the ignition sequence. This time I had squeezed some of the petrol out and the flame was not as large. When I stood again I saw that the tree was now smoking as the arrow still burnt away. I aimed at the back of the ute and sent the second arrow to its target. My decision to squeeze the fuel out was working against me and the bloody thing went out before it skidded along the ground. I had only one arrow left and I was going back to my original fuel -- cloth ratio. The final arrow sparked to life and I, for the last time, stood up to send it down to the petrol soaked cars below. Just at that moment though the wind picked up and blew the heat from the flame back onto my hand. The pain was too much so I had to let go of the arrow that careered off to the right and slid under the house. I watched it go out before I slumped down against the rock, bitterly disappointed that my plan had come to nought. I closed my eyes and thought about what to do next. The only real option I had was to go down, light the fire, and run for my life. The wind was now blowing strongly towards me and as I geared myself up for a quick sprint I looked over the rock to the gum tree. The gum had a yellow glow on its branches and when I stood I saw why. The first arrow had set the tree on fire and it was spitting and sparking as only a gum tree can. I watched in wonder as the fire easily spread up into the upper canopy. It was then that the second most fortunate event occurred. A gust of wind shook the tree and a cascade of burning leaves floated downwards like flaming angels. One leaf spun down and lazily arced towards the ute. I didn't actually see it hit the fuel because the explosion almost knocked me of my feet. A massive plume of fire shot into the air and up into the tree. The jerry can splintered into fragments that sparked up all the other lines of fuel. The cars were now all on fire. My mission was complete. I grabbed all my gear and scurried down the hill towards my bike. I could hear people yelling and screaming just before they were drowned out by my helmet and sound of the engine. I swiftly tore down the neighbours drive and out onto the road. I laughed as I cruised past my house back into town. A group of semi-naked men were running around the yard trying to put out their cars with a pissy little hose. When the fuel tank of one of the other cars erupted they all took off back around the front of the house. As soon as I was out of view I stopped the bike and took the stolen mobile phone out of my pocket and called emergency. I knew that they can track calls from mobiles so it would appear as though it was one of them that gave the call. "Hi there's a massive fire out on Spencer road, there are all these cars on fire." I gave some bullshit ID and then hung up and called a second number. The local TV station has a freecall number if you have some news and I knew it off by heart. "Hi look I'm on Spencer Road and there's this big fire with cars and everything on fire." "We just heard about it on the police radio, thanks for that." A voice said. I smiled, removed the battery and sim card from the phone, and smashed the phone on the ground. My work was done. ------------ THREE MONTHS LATER. I'm standing in the driveway of my home looking up at the scorched remains of a gumtree with an arrowhead sticking slightly out of it. After the inferno a lot has happened around town. None of the bastards got away with anything, although they tried. They had concocted some story about how they were all at a meeting about development actions in town and how a lightning strike had hit the tree and started the fire. That was going all right until someone sent the TV station and the newspaper some very graphic images of an orgy going on in the lounge room. The mobile phone I used to call 000 also came into importance. It belonged to Pastor Michael Sheahan from one of the local evangelist churches. They all tried to twist it so that he was seen to be some hero who was there to break up the evil goings on. That was until a few images of him standing naked at the back of the room with the mayor and a local bookstore owner appeared in the mail of a few parishioners. I looked at the side of the house that had a series of burn marks along the brickwork. "Will that come off easily?" I turned to see Meg getting out of my new Mercedes Benz. The Merc I got after Dave was sacked and I was promoted. "Maybe, maybe not," I said. I looked down the drive and saw the furniture removal van backing up the drive. "I wonder how my furniture will look in this house?" Meg said. "You'll just have to keep Fred off it and it should be OK." I said as I patted my loyal companion. Life was good. Very, very good. ---------- This story is fictional. Husband's Revenge She was pressed against the wall. He had one hand pinching her right nipple hard, the left was down below. He had reached under her short skirt only to find that she had no panties on. He was vigorously finger her, focusing on her clit while reaching deeper and deeper inside her, drawing out her juices to spread them around her lips. She felt her wetness increase, against her will. The thought of all these people watching her getting molested by a stranger was turning her on in ways she didn't think possible. She heard the hoots and laughs, the cheering on of her molestation. She was appalled but loving it. He pressed his mouth against hers forcefully, moving back and forth across her lips as if seeking an entrance up top that he had already achieved down below. She remembered what her husband had told her about the house rules for this party. She couldn't break from the kiss, or she would face the consequences. As the night wore on and each hour passed, these went from just having to chug some very spiked punch, to having to remove clothing, then to having to either caress or be caressed by someone chosen at random. Whoever broke the kiss first had to pay the price. It was after midnight and she didn't want to have to perform a sexual act on the couch. That was the current penalty and she'd already watched two women get hammered from behind by total strangers. One looked like she liked it, but the other cried. This man that was pressing against her was an animal and had been stalking her all night, waiting in hiding for her to walk under the mistletoe. He'd grabbed her and claimed the right of a kiss six times already. So far she'd chugged more booze than ever before and was so drunk she could barely stand. She also had to remove her panties in plain site for one of the penalties. For the last one she had to allow a stranger to stand behind her and pretend to masturbate her, complete with personal lubricant. She had nearly orgasmed with that one, but the timer had rung and she was able to stagger away. She complained to her husband but he said he couldn't do anything about it. He did say that the guy was acting like a bully and therefore a coward underneath. If she could just embarrass him publicly, he would leave her alone. He suggested that she match fire with fire. If he caressed her tits, she would rub his pants. If he felt her up, she should take his dick out for all to see. On and on. Eventually she would do something that would embarrass him and he'd give up. She just had to stick to it. Her addled brain seemed to think this was a good idea. What she didn't know was that her husband had found out she had been cheating on him and was pissed. He hid it, waiting for a way to pay her back. This was his chance, to totally humiliate her in public for what she'd done. She didn't know that he had told this stranger that he'd seen her before and had bagged her at a party like this one but didn't really know her. He said how hot she was when she got drunk. He urged him on, telling him just how to touch her to get her going. So there she was, legs spread, her skirt up around her waist with a strangers hand practically up her pussy and her tits out, being pinched and fondled in a way that always turned her on. She had tried to do what her husband suggested. She had rubbed his pants as he was feeling up her tits, but that only seemed to arouse him more. She was so drunk that she could barely stand. She tried to stop his hand as it went down and between her legs, but he was too strong. His weight against her and the two hands in and on her just pinned her against the wall. He put a knee between her legs and spread them as his left hand found its mark. She still had plenty of lube between her legs and dripping out her pussy so he had no difficulty in getting his fingers in her. He was shorter than most men, but what that meant to her now was that he was just at the right height to get between her legs when standing. Her tall husband could never enter her while standing as his cock was pressed between her tits when he pressed her to the wall. This man was shorter and was forcing her hand, still rubbing his cock, between her legs. In one quick moment, too fast for her drunken mind to respond to, he removed his left hand from her pussy, momentarily letting in some cold air and shocking her, and pulled the hand she had on his engorged dick. He pressed it against the wall while taking his right hand from her tit and pressing her other hand to the wall. She stood there, legs spread and hands against the wall, pinned like a fly. In one smooth motion, he crouched down just a bit to get the head of his dick under her skirt and thrust up. The head pressed against the top of her slit and slid back. It pushed hard against her clit and she gasped at the pressure. It continued back and in. His knee pushed her leg sideways more to give him better access with his hips. He pushed hard when he felt the entrance to her hole. He entered her fully and so quickly that her hard shut eyes popped open with shock. In just a moment's time, she had gone from holding him back to getting royally fucked against the wall. His curved penis slid in and up. It pressed against the roof or her vagina and touched a sensitive area she hadn't known existed. He quickly pulled almost all the way out and lunged back in. With each thrust she grunted and air poured out of her lips around the kiss he was still forcing on her. Her mind was locked up and swirling. Her eyesight dimmed and she could only see in tunnel vision. The others in the room were also surprised at the fast change in activities and when they finally realized that this guy had finally conquered her and was fucking her brains out right there in front of them, they cheered wildly. The tempo of his thrusts started to quicken and she felt his penis quiver and grow in size. She couldn't move away and could only stand there and take the intrusion. Then something snapped and she felt her excitement grow. Whatever it was with his curved dick, it was touching her inside in places no other cock had. She had heard about this and wondered if the stories were true that there was a G-spot inside the top of the vagina and if it was properly touched, could give incredible orgasms. This guy had found her spot and was relentlessly pounding her and exciting her. His tension built more and more until finally he threw his head back, roared and sprayed her insides. He seemed to buck and push endlessly, each thrust adding more juice to her own fluids. The feeling of his come against that spot in her was too much and she yelled with her climax, moving her hips to match his final thrusts. He collapsed against her, still filling her with his dick. They both panted and helped each other stand, their knees weak. The crowd cheered and she opened her eyes. She couldn't believe what she'd done. He finally slipped out, kissed her, said thank you and buttoned up his pants. She stood there with come dripping down her legs and her tits out for all to see. In shock, she didn't know what to do. Some men from the group came over and helped her to the couch nearby. She was laid down and given a drink of some sweet punch, liberally laced with many types of booze. Before she could recover, she felt her skirt pulled down and off. She was lifted up by strong hands and her top was pulled over her face. She fell back and looked up and three guys getting naked, each looking down at her with hungry eyes. The closest man practically fell on top of her, spread her legs and forced himself inside her. She felt a moment of pain, but she was so wet that he slipped in with out any hindrance. He fucked her like a bucking bull, bouncing his hips up and down on her, bouncing her ass down to the springs in the bottom of the couch. One man said something that her mind couldn't interpret and the man fucking her rolled over and pulled her on top of him. He slipped out of her momentarily and he thrust back in, making her gasp. Her ass was in plain sight and the other two men began to touch it and spread her cheeks. She was so wet that one of their fingers found and easily slipped into her asshole. He probed deeper and deeper, in and out, moving the lube down into her. She couldn't see him behind her but felt him get on the couch. He lowered himself and the man below her held her hips tightly. She tried to move but felt the cock press between her cheeks. She clenched her butt but couldn't stop his dick from finding its target. He pushed slowly but steadily into her ass. His dick pushed in and felt the dick of the man below who was still slowly fucking her pussy. They started a rhythm where one dick would go in as the other was pulling out. It causes a wave like movement on the couch and was the most amazing feeling she had ever felt. Never before had she had two dicks in her at once and this was mind blowing. The man on top started grunting and filled her ass with come. Each thrust filled her more deeply and hurt. Finally the man on top rolled off and fell to the floor. Then she felt another man climb on the couch and he too found her ass to exciting to leave alone. As he fucked her ass, the man below tensed and released himself into her pussy. He stayed in her until the man fucking her ass finally came. They lay there, sandwiched and wet. Juices flowed around them and down onto the couch. Applause filled the room. The man below her rolled out from underneath and she lay on the couch, breathing hard, naked for all to see. For the rest of the night, she lay on the couch and made herself available for any dick that wanted her. After six guys she lost count. Finally, three men helped her up and made a chair with their arms and carried her to the huge master bathroom. They showered her and helped her get dressed. She headed home with her husband in the dark. Husband's Revenge Linda's GPS announced her arrival at her destination as she pulled off the side road and coasted across the car park toward the front of the warehouse. Lifting the hood of her shell jacket over her head to protect her from the rain, she grabbed her canvas bag from the passenger seat and darted outside, avoiding the waterlogged potholes as she ran toward the building. The steel roll-up door in front of her was open a few feet, and she ducked under it and into the warehouse, shaking herself to rid her of the water. Inside, the building looked smaller than she'd imaged it would be. A small office stood just off to the left, but the rest of the space was open plan with various tables, shelving, and lockers shoved against the walls. Overhead, typical florescent lighting flooded the room, while thick wire embedded in the support beams hung a few meters above the floor. In the center of the room, two men stood watching her, cigarette smoke wafting upwards and swirling in the breeze from the open door. "Name?" the taller of the men demanded as he threw his butt down and ground it into the cement floor with his shoe. "Linda. We spoke on the phone," Linda replied nervously. Suddenly, alone in a warehouse with these two strangers she felt very isolated and very unsure of herself. She held up the bag for the men to see, trying to move things along: "I brought the money. All of it." "Hmm," the man grunted and walked forward to take it from her hand before wordlessly turning and chucking it to his partner. "So you want your husband dead, right? No second thoughts?" Linda gathered her resolve and looked the man squarely in the eye as she answered. "This is what I want. He's a bastard and I want out. He's not the type of man who would agree to a divorce." In response, the man just looked at her for what seemed like an age, before the sound of the office door opening made Linda spin around. "I'm so happy to hear you say that, honey," her husband said calmly as he stepped onto the warehouse floor. "It would have really upset out plans for you if you'd backed out." "John," Linda gasped as she backed away. "What's going on?" "Apparently you're trying to have me killed," Linda's husband grinned. "A bit of advice though; next time you may try and avoid contacting the people that work for me. They tend to be quite loyal." Turning to face the man with the money, "Is it all there?" he asked. The man nodded in the affirmative. Good," he said, "that's yours then, as we agreed." Then, looking at his wife once again he spoke to his men, "Now, secure my loving wife please." Linda shrieked as firm hands immediately grabbed her wrists and brought them to her front. Dangling a set of padded handcuffs in front of her face, one of the men rolled up her sleeves and tantalizingly slowly snapped them over her wrists so that the sound of each ratchet was clearly audible over the girl's struggles. "No! Let me go!" Linda screamed as she kicked out at the men holding her. Easily held in place despite the fight, Linda started sobbing as she watched a length of rope being looped over one of the overhead wires before one end was securely tied to the chain between her handcuffs. While one of the goons griped her tight to prevent her from running, the other walked away with the other end of the rope until Linda felt her arms being drawn up over her head. Stood by the wall, the second man continued to pull until Linda was forced onto tiptoes before tying the rope to a bolt anchored in the wall. "No, John," Linda gasped and pleaded to her husband between sobs as she shook in her restraints. "Please, I didn't mean it, please. You have to believe me!" "Sorry, darling," her husband answered and then nodded at the man stood behind her. "Help her out of her jacket, Mike." Reacting to his cue, the man behind her grabbed the collar of her shell and cut from the collar down her right sleeve with kitchen scissors. As the cuff split, he directed his attention to the other sleeve and pulled the remnants of the jacket off her back as the garment fell away. Underneath, Linda wore a long-sleeve t-shirt and, at other nod from her husband, this too was cut away leaving her in just a plain white bra. While her John continued to watch dispassionately, Mike's ran his hands lightly down her back before running them around her waist and down her exposed belly causing Linda's breathing to quicken. As his fingers reached her jeans, he gradually worked the button lose before sliding down the zip and exposing her matching underwear to her husband. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of the jeans, he gave a quick tug and brought he material down to just above her knees, showing off her shapely thighs. As he stepped back, he roughly grabbed her hair tie and pulled it off her ponytail in one quick motion, causing her hair to cascade free. John lent back on the edge of a discarded table as he appraised his wife. Her arms were tightly secured above her head, stretching her to her full length as she balanced on her toes. Her unmade hair hung freely, barely covering her shoulders while the tops of her breasts were clearly visible above the functional bra as they heaved with her labored breathing. Under the cups, her nipples were just starting to react to their exposure to the cold and were clearly visible through the fabric. Her firm belly was completely exposed, serving as a testament to the hours she put in at the gym, while her panties clung to her sex at apex of her thighs, hinting seductively to the three men at what was hidden underneath. Smiling, John stood and strolled toward his wife. "You're going to be punished now, my dear," John said, lifting her chin up to look into her eyes he spoke. "As a token of gratitude to my men for their loyalty to me, I am giving you to them as a gift for tonight." Ignoring the pleas of his wife, he continued "You should know that their tastes may a little different to what you're used to at home, but as you don't have any say in the matter it shouldn't be a problem." Smiling tenderly at her once more, John leant forward and gently kissed his wife on the lips before walking behind her, trailing his fingertips around her waist as he moved. Once behind her, he ran his finger down from between her shoulder blades to the strap of her bra and unhooked it in one fluid motion. Taking the scissors from Mike, he cut the remaining straps and caught the bra as it fell from her breasts before flinging it away. Reaching around to cup her breasts briefly, he felt the hardness in the cold nipples before running his hands down her flanks until they met the waistband of her panties. Slipping his fingers inside, he gently pealed the underwear down her thighs until they met her jeans just above her knees. Stepping back to admire his wife's figure, he raised his hand and delivered a hard smack on her naked ass causing her to jump in her bonds. Laughing, he looked up and spoke to his men. "All yours, boys." Stretched tight, Linda had never felt so exposed or humiliated as when her panties were lowered by her husband in front of his men. Somehow having her jeans and underwear stuck round her thighs made her feel even more naked and she wished desperately she could just kick them off. She was watching the second guy with horror as he started spreading all manner of things on a nearby table when her husband slapped her hard on her ass, causing her to cry out and lose her balance. Above her head, the padding on the handcuffs saved the metal from biting into her flesh and hurting her wrists, but the unexpected blow stung more than she would have imaged and served to humiliated her further as she felt her flesh redden under the blow. Glancing back toward the table, Linda now saw several whips, canes, and paddles neatly arranged in rows. Her attention was quickly distracted though by the sight of Mike walking purposefully toward her with a ball gag in his hand. "Open," he commanded as he reached her, but in response Linda clamped her mouth shut and shook her head furiously. As he sighed amusedly, Linda was helpless to defend herself as her tormentor simply reached out and pinched her nose shut. As soon as Linda gasped for breath, he roughly shoved the red ball into her mouth and pulled the straps tight before clicking them into place behind her head. "That should keep you quiet for the time being," Mike joked as he walked toward his friend. "The cat o' nine, please Jim," has asked, holding out his hand. Then, turning back to Linda, "It's cold sure, but this will help keep you warm for the time being." Linda started screaming behind her gag as she watched Mike approach with the whip, the tails scrapping ominously along the floor as he walked. She struggled furiously as he watched Mike take up position to her side before drawing back his arm. "Scream for me, sweetheart," he instructed as he let fly. With her arms pinned above her and her legs held almost immobile by the jeans, Linda watched helplessly as the strands of the whip sailed through the air towards her naked front. She heard the whistling followed by the crack of the leather striking her skin before she felt the impact, but when it came she shrieked with the shock of what felt like a thousand bee stings across her belly and breasts. Her breath coming in short, sharp rasps, she looked up again just in time to see Mike let fly a second time and she tensed her stomach muscles as the pain came again, once again striking her in her midsection. As the strands hugged her body before lazily falling away for the second time, she looked up toward her husband to appeal to him but he just smiled and watched calmly as Mike lashed her a third time, this time the lower cords striking her upper thighs and groin. As the fourth and fifth blows rained in, Linda lost count of the number of times she was struck by the whip, but she was acutely aware of the pain of each lash as it connected with her sensitized skin and each additional strike had her dancing on her toes and shrieking behind her gag. After what seemed like an age, she saw Mike deliver one last blow concentrated on her taught belly and then mercifully he stopped and walked over to the table and put down the cat. Looking down at herself, Linda saw that her skin was ablaze with a red glow that started at her thighs and reached up to her breasts. In places, individual lines were apparent - most notably across her breasts and mid-thighs where the whip had struck infrequently - but her belly seemed to simply radiate heat with a dull ache from the multiple blows. Sobbing gently, she tried to steady herself, realizing that she was swaying gently on her toes. "Thank you, love," Mike grinned at her. "I'd been looking forward to that ever since you called." He gestured to his partner, "You're up then, Jim." Linda watched with foreboding as she saw the second man push off from the wall he'd been leaning on and run his fingers over several of the assorted instruments on the table. Taking his time, he selected a cane and swished it through the air a few times, testing the flex in the rod. As she once again started to ineffectively plead behind the gag, Jim walked up to her and ran the tip of the cane up and down her belly and breasts causing her to shudder involuntarily. Stepping behind her, he grabbed her jeans and panties and worked them further down her legs until they bunched around her ankles. "That'll stop you kicking out too much," he spoke for the first time as he rested the cane against her naked backside. Tears started falling down her cheeks as Linda felt her jeans pushed down to her shoes, exposing even more of her to her captors. As she felt the cane rest on her ass, she bunched her hands into fists around chain of the cuffs, trying to steel herself against the pain that she knew would come. Her whole body taught, she tensed herself when she felt the cane leave her skin but the blow never came, instead she felt it gently tapped against her and held there once more. Twice more Jim repeated the cruel trick, but the fourth time she heard the thin whistle of displaced air as the cane sailed toward her and the loud crack as the flexible rattan bit savagely into her backside. Despite the repeated blows to her front, Linda was completely unprepared for the smart of the cane and she was forced forwards from the intensity of the sting, only to have to shuffle back as the strain on her arms became too much. Screaming into the gag in her mouth, she once again felt the cane patiently sit on her ass before it was lifted off and then brought crashing back down slightly above where the previous blow landed. Watching her dance as the second stroke landed, Jim noticed happily that sharp red lines were already forming on her rounded flesh. Swinging the instrument again, he gazed with satisfaction as he saw her backside ripple with the contact and reveled in the anguished cry it wrought from the bound girl as she shuffled her feet to the pain. As the third line was just beginning to appear, Jim struck again; this one aimed at the tops of her thighs, and grinned happily as the sting momentarily caused her to lose balance. Measuring his strokes, Jim delivered several more blows, each horizontal to the one previously until her entire ass was decorated with a series of angry red lines and the girl's head was hanging as she sobbed with pain and anguish. Just as she thought that the blows to her backside had stopped, Jim swung once more so that the cane landed diagonally across her cheeks and caused the fire in her buttocks to reignite with incredible ferocity. Not being able to hold back the cry, she shrieked with the shock of the final below and continued her uncontrollable sobbing as Jim finally walked away and placed the cane back on the table. Unable to do anything else, she hung there limply and focused on the dull ache from the whip to her front and the acute sting of the cane to her backside. "Quite a show, Linda," John said as he surveyed his wife. Her jeans and panties were tangled around her shoes holding her feet together while the creamy white of her calves and lower thighs were in stark contrast to the light red skin that ran from her mid-thighs right up her exposed torso and ended somewhere around her breasts. Her hair still loose around her shoulders, saliva dripped from around the red ball inside her mouth, while tear lines ran down her cheeks below her red eyes. He couldn't see behind her, but from watching the blows of the cane and her reaction to each blow he knew that her ass would also be a sea of fiery red. "Mike, Jim," John continued, "I think she's warmed up sufficiently, don't you?" In response, Mike walked over to wall where the rope was tied and slowly undid the knot that was holding Linda taught. As the rope provided slack, Linda's gasped as her arms were lowered and blood started returned to her strained limbs and shoulders. Whimpering, she started massaging her arms but was stopped short by Jim grabbing her wrist. Wordlessly, he inserted a small key in the first lock and unclasped her left wrist from their restraints before bringing her arms behind her and fastening her once more. Taking a moment to admire his handiwork on her skin, Jim bent down and removed her shoes, throwing them aside to a far corner of the warehouse. With the girl now barefoot, he tugged at her jeans and tapped her legs to indicate that she should step out of them, which she demurely did leaving her completely naked with her arms locked behind her. As soon as she stepped out of her jeans and panties, Linda felt her arms being drawn upwards again - this time from behind her - and looked across to see Mike pulling the slack out of the rope once more. Panicked, she repeated her muffled screams as her wrists were raised uncomfortably high and she was forced to bend forward to take the strain out of her shoulders and arms. To her dismay, Mike kept pulling at the rope until she was completely bent at her hips, although with her feet free from her jeans she at least managed to shuffle a little to help accommodate the strain in her shoulders and arms. Panting for breath, she felt Jim run his hands up her thigh and over her caned ass before his fingers worked their way down her back and into her hair. Once there, Linda felt him move her mane to the side and reach for the straps holding her gag in place. To her relief, she felt the slack in the elastic as he releasing the clasp before gently pulling the horrible ball from her mouth. Flexing her jaw, she swallowed several times trying to relieve the dryness in her mouth. With her head bent facing the floor and her hair covering most of her face, Linda failed to notice Mike stride toward her until she saw his shoes underneath her head and the unmistakable sound of his zipper sliding down. "You're going to take this, girly," he said. "And if you even think about using your teeth, I've been playing nice to far. You don't want to find out what I'll do you when I'm angry." With that, Linda felt his rough hands in her hair pulling her face up so that her mouth was level with his crotch. Keeping her mouth firmly closed she signaled "no" with her head until he pressed up against her lips and yanked sharply on her hair causing her to gasp. As soon as her lips parted she felt him slide in over her tongue. With her hair still wrapped around his hands to keep her head in place, Mike started a slow pace, sliding in and out of her mouth. Almost on tiptoes again as a result of the arms raised behind her back, Linda was helpless to do anything but allow the man access to her mouth as he thrust gently back and forth. The awkward position hurt her neck as he worked but she could breath relatively easy as she heard Mike moan his pleasure above her. Just as she was getting used to the rhythm, she felt movement behind her and then her ankles were kicked apart and she felt hands grip her hips. His pants already down around his ankles, Jim steadied the girl as he moved his erect cock up and down the crack of her a few times before lining up with her slit and pushed forwards gently even as she issued her muffled protests around his partner. Pulling out a little, Jim slid back in and kept pressing until he was completely sheathed, her reddened ass tightly pressed around him and against his hips. Enjoying the feeling of the captive girl against him for a moment, he then started thrusting in time with Mike so that they matched each other stroke for stroke. For Linda, the humiliation of being bent over and then taken from both ends while her husband watched was overwhelming and her closed her eyes with shame as she was rocked between the two men. Behind her, Jim was using his grip on her hips to drive her back onto him every time she was allowed to breath, painfully reminding her of the punishment she'd taken with the cane. Just as she was beginning to get used to the rhythm, Jim shuffled forwards a little, forcing Linda to take more of Mike inside her and pressing her backwards onto his cock more vigorously after every thrust. Looking down, Jim drove himself forwards once more before abandoning his hold on the woman's hips to reach underneath her and cup her swinging breasts in both hands, using these as leverage to ensure she maintained the pace he'd established for the three of them. Pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed tightly, relishing the feel of her flesh and having her under his complete control. As Mike watched Jim take Linda's breasts, he pushed himself in more deeply, feeling himself touch the back of her throat as she was forced against him from behind. Waiting until the next thrust, he pushed in slightly deeper again and couldn't help but moan at the additional stimulation as he felt her gag reflex trigger around him. As she was impaled once more on his partner, Mike felt his climax building as his cock scrapped against her tongue as she withdrew slightly. Reinforcing his grip on her hair, he held her tight as she was pushed forward with Jim's next thrust and held her in place as he came, the first wave of his come striking the back of her throat as he groaned his pleasure aloud. Husband's Revenge She could feel it building, but when she felt him come in her mouth she couldn't help but gag as the sticky material hit the back of her throat and she was forced to swallow it before she choked. Unable to spit it out with the cock still held in her mouth, she was powerless to do anything but keep swallowing as the second and third loads filled her. Her mouth pressed tight against the belly of the man before her, she realized absently that Jim had stopped thrusting and was instead slowly rotating his hips against her ass, simply enjoying the feeling of being encased by her while allowing Mike to satisfy himself deep within her mouth for the final time. "Thanks, darling," he said, releasing his grip on her hair and wiping himself on her cheek as he pulled out. "I needed that." Sighing contentedly to himself, Mike tucked himself back into his jeans before patting Linda gently on the head and turning to walk away, leaving Linda gasping desperately for air behind me. Satisfied that she was all his again, Jim let go of her breasts and moved to grab her hips before resuming his earlier rhythm, adding the sound of his hips slapping against her backside to the girl's sobs. After a short while he increased the tempo, and then looked at Mike and gestured toward the table. Knowing his partner's preference, Mike nodded and went and collected a light leather paddle that he then handed to his friend. Finally rid of the intrusion in her mouth, Linda was able to spit out the little come she hadn't been forced to swallow and to try to rid herself of the taste as she felt her tears roll down her face and onto the floor below her. Behind her, Jim was holding her hips fast and dictating a brutal pace that had her breasts bouncing madly but fortunately allowed her to keep her balance when she spread her legs wider given the strain on her arms. Gasping at the deeper penetration he achieved as she was forced to open herself further for him, she was at least sure that her ordeal would be over soon. As he approached, she noticed Mike moving toward them and felt Jim take his right hand off her hip, but failed to see the paddle being handed across and so the first blow to her already sore rear came as a complete surprise. As the rough leather connected with the meat of her ass, she was propelled forwards by the unexpected force of the strike and her behind glowed with pain once more as she pleaded for him to stop. As the first blow landed, Jim nearly came from the reaction of the girl alone as she jerked and fought against her bonds, even while her ass continued to ripple with the aftereffects of the strike. Delivering another blow, the girl's cries aroused him further and he watched purposefully as the red lines from the cane disappeared to be replaced by a crimson ball that encompassed her entire rear. Continuing to thrust forward inside her, he timed each blow to maximum effect so that her movement transferred directly into pleasure for him as she writhed beneath him, desperately trying to escape the next blow and relieve the pressure on her raised arms in the strappado. A she continued to writhe, he felt himself nearing his own conclusion and looked up to John. "Inside or out, boss?" he asked. In reply, John just shrugged. "Up to you. She's your present." Nodding his thanks, Jim spanked Linda again with the paddle before dropping it on the floor and reaching out to grab the handcuffs holding her wrists. Using his grip to steady her, he leant back as he climaxed, pulling her onto him and holding her ass tightly against him as he sprayed his seed inside the bound woman, coating her cervix. As he continued to come, he pulled out and spent himself on her back and buttocks, rubbing himself gently with one hand until he was sure that no more was forthcoming. Wiping his cock on her ass, he noted with satisfaction that his come was already visible between her legs and covering her lower back, some even reaching up to between her shoulder blades. Patting her flank as he left her suspended, Jim walked over to where his clothes were resting as John spoke. "Well, Linda, thank you for this evening," he said. "It's been very entertaining but I'm sure you're wondering what's going to happen next." "Please, I'm so sorry. I won't say anything to anyone, I swear!" Linda interrupted, sobbing. "Just let me go, please." John smiled. "Now love, I'm sure you realize that we can't go back to normal. After all, you tried to have me killed," he said, chiding her as he would a child. "We're going to leave now but some other men will be coming for you in..," he looked at his watch, "About an hour or so." "What, no!" Linda shouted indignantly. "No, please! What are they going to do with me?" she sobbed as she tried to lift her head to look at her husband. "They'll train you and then you'll be sold to the highest bidder, I imagine," John told her calmly. "At least that's what's happened to all the other women I've sent their way. That's a line of my business that I may have kept from you. Sorry about that," he chuckled. "It's been nice knowing you though, Linda. I suggest you behave well when you're picked up. These men tend not to tolerate disobedience." With that, John turned and ducked out of the warehouse with Jim and Mike in tow, leaving Linda bent over and screaming for mercy behind them. Husband's Revenge Ch. 01 I couldn't believe it. After 24 years of marriage, two wonderful boys, both doing very well in college, a colleague of mine at work was sitting in my office telling me that I better pay more attention to my home life. "Listen Bill", he said, "my wife and I have gone through some tough times too. You are 46 years old, your wife is 45, its natural for some boredom to set in. There might not be anything to it . Its just that, as a friend, I thought you should know that last Thursday night when you were out of town, I saw Sally leaving the Hilton Hotel at midnight on the arm of some guy." I was thunderstruck. I had the all-American life. Great wife, great kids, good jobs, upscale house; the whole ball of wax. Sally and I had never even looked at other people. We had created a wonderful home for our family and had spent the last 24 years building something that all of our friends were envious of. Sally and I kept in shape and I thought we were more in love than ever. Of course we had a few arguments, but they were few and far between. Sometimes we had spent a lot of time with the kids and with our jobs, but I thought that's what we wanted to do for the future, to ensure the good life. I had called her at dinner time last Thursday night from the road and she said she was going to curl up with a good book for the evening. The rest of the morning I couldn't get the thought of Sally screwing another man out of my mine. It made me physically sick. I started to review the last year in my mind. Thinking if there had been any change in her attitude, or when she might have had the opportunity to have an affair. I couldn't think of anything. She had been working harder the last three months, but that was because her company was being reorganized and she had a new boss. Come to think of it the frequency of our own sex had dropped during the last three months. Down from three times a week to once a week or even once every two weeks in some cases. I hadn't even realized it. Damn I guess we were getting comfortable. I went to my friends office and asked if he would recognize the man. He said he thought he would. I asked if he would go to lunch with me. On the way we would stop by Sally's company and he could see if he spotted the man. He reluctantly agreed and a few minute before noon we were driving across town. We entered Sally's building and stood at the elevators. The doors opened and getting off was Sally and a fit looking man in his late thirties. "Bill," she stammered turning red, "What are you doing here. I was just going to lunch with Mr. Bates my new boss. I've told you about him." I shook hands with Sally's boss and introduced my friend. I turned to Sally and said, "we were in the area and just though I'd stop by to say hello and give you a kiss!" With that I put my arms around Sally and tried to kiss her, but she turned her head at the last minute and I kissed her cheek. Sally said, "We have to go to a lunch meeting, thanks for stopping by, I'll see you at home tonight honey." Minutes later, back in the car, my friend said that Sally's boss was the man he had seen her with. I watched to see what kind of car Sally and her Boss got in to, then purposely drove away before them. Looking in the rearview mirror I saw their car pulling out in the other direction. I told my friend thanks for going with me and took him back to our office building. After letting him out I drove to the Hilton Hotel to look in the parking lot. Sure enough, the fancy Lexus that Sally had gotten in, was parked on the top level of the parking garage at the Hilton. Now I didn't know what to think. There was a good restaurant in the Hilton. They could have a legitimate business luncheon there. But the seed of doubt had been planted, actually it wasn't a seed it was a huge Oak Tree of doubt. I was lost in thought all afternoon. I decided that I didn't want to throw away the life I had built. I wouldn't confront Sally. I would make greater efforts to be a better husband, and ask her if everything was all right. However, I would also keep my eyes and ears open for any lies she might tell. I couldn't believe this. The person I loved most in the world. The person I would trust my life with. The person I wanted to grow old and die with. Now I was going to try and catch my darling Sally in a lie. Over the next month I was especially attentive to Sally. I brought her flowers, took her out to romantic dinners when our schedules permitted, even drove the two hours to our son's college and spent the weekend doing family things with them. I hoped that all of this would rekindle a spark in her. I hugged her more often, held her hand and generally acted as if I was courting her all over again. Nothing seemed to change. She was often quiet and distant. Sometimes she had a look of guilt on her face. Our love making continued to drop in frequency. Part of that was because I couldn't get the vision of her rolling around naked with what I imagined was a very well endowed Mr. Bates out of my mind. These unwanted visions were very graphic and included Sally on her knees licking the length of his engorged cock while he smiled down at her and caressed her hair. Another vision included Sally on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging like two pendulums as her boss steadily stroked his 9 inches in and out of her while she grunted obscenities. The worst dream showed Mr. Bates and Sally on their sides in a sixty nine position Sally deep-throating his massive prick, fondling his hairy balls with one hand while she stroked his ass hole with the fingers of her other hand, at the same time Mr. Bates was sucking her prominent and erect clit, finger fucking her with three fingers of one hand while he buried the middle finger of his other hand in her ass hole up to the last knuckle. To make matters worse, those times I did make romantic overtures, Sally just didn't seem interested in sex. She even stopped wearing nightgowns to bed in favor of ugly flannel pajamas. I even had a terrible thought while visiting our sons at college. Our first boy looked a lot like me. He was dark haired and tall with a slender build. Our second son, three years younger, now 19, was short and blond with the build of a wrestler. Could our whole 24 year marriage be a sham? Had I been raising someone else's bastard child? I loved my boys with all of my heart. I would do anything for them. But the doubts continued to grow. Finally, six weeks after my friend had told me to be careful, I decided I had to find out the truth. That night I asked Sally if she were OK? Was there anything that she wanted to talk about? I felt that she was becoming distant and I loved her with all my heart. I didn't want to lose her. If she would talk to me I would do anything for her. She got that guilty look on her face, but quickly covered it up and said, "everything is fine." She went on to say that, "our life was good, it was just that she was working hard and missed having the boys at home." But she never said she loved me. I hugged her to me and whispered my love for her. She sat woodenly, never said a word and pretended that she didn't see the tear in my eyes. I had given her a chance to be honest with me. I had hoped that she would build on our 24 years of trust with each other. But she hadn't. I knew that I had to have more concrete evidence so I decided to pretend to have a three night business trip. I had been sticking close to Sally during non-working hours, so she hadn't had a chance to get out without me. I was sure that if I was being cuckolded she would take advantage of my absence to put more horns on my head. The next week I left home on Tuesday morning telling Sally I would see her on Friday. I worked all day. At lunch I rented a small economy car that no one would recognize, I even got tinted windows in the rental so that I could drive around town without being recognized. I also drove by the Hilton Hotel, but neither her car nor her boss' car were in the lot. That gave me hope that nothing was going on. I decided to rent a room at he Hilton but didn't check in. I thought I'd wait. Six O'clock found me parked in my rental car down the block from my house. Shortly after six Sally pulled into our driveway and went in. Nothing happened for the next two hours. Everything was just as it should be. Just after eight o'clock Mr. Bate's Lexus pulled into my driveway. He walked up the steps and walked right in my front door without even ringing the bell or knocking. My heart was breaking. I loved Sally more than anything. I was devoted to her. I tried to convince myself that this was an innocent business meeting and that Mr. Bates would leave in a couple of minutes. 5 minutes later my front door opened and my heart jumped for joy, only to sink again as Sally followed Mr. Bates out the door and locked it behind her. Sally was dressed in a short black cocktail dress that I had bought her the month before while trying to romance her. I wondered if she had on the matching black panties, bra and stockings that I had bought with the dress. Sally had happily accepted the gift, but had never worn it for me. I followed them right to the Hilton Hotel. Bates went to the "check-in" desk and I could see Sally go into the lounge/bar. After doing his business at the front desk Bates followed Sally into the lounge. I slipped into the lobby and cautiously peered into the lounge. Seated across the lounge in a booth was Sally and Bates, their arms around each other talking to a waitress. I went into the men's room in the lobby for about 10 minutes, then peered around the corner into the lounge again. The table was empty except for two half finished drinks. I surveyed the dark lounge and spotted Sally and Bates dancing on the small dance floor. They were dancing very close his hands caressing her buttocks as she ground her crotch on his thigh and planted a wet sloppy kiss on his grinning face. My heart broke. A rage filled my soul. I thought about rushing into the lounge and punching Sally's boss in the face. But I stopped myself. I felt sick. I ran out of the Hotel and threw up in the parking lot. Finally I just sat in my car. I buried my face in my hands and began to sob. It took some time for me to compose myself. But finally I began watching the area between the lounge and the elevators. I could see easily through the glass lobby. About 30 minutes later I saw them, arms around each other, walking to the elevator. They got on and I could see the indicators light blink 6 times before it stopped. I went back into the Hotel at the desk I said I was there to check in. "Can I have a room on the sixth floor," I asked? The clerk responded, "I only have one room left on that floor. It's at the end of the hall." He laughed and continued, "the sixth floor is where I put my regulars." "I'll bet those two who just walked through here groping each other are regulars", I commented. He smiled and whispered, "Yea!, they are in here once or twice a week always hanging all over each other and always get the same corner room with a Jacuzzi and great view of both the river and the park." I quickly looked at the floor plan that was posted by the desk and realized that he had to be talking about room 607. "What room is left on 6?" The desk clerk replied, "609". Looking at the floor plan I saw that it was next to 607. "I'll take it," I replied. I found myself sitting in the dark of room 609 straining my ears to hear what was going on through the wall. Using the old glass against the wall trick I could occasionally pick up a bit of conversation and noise from the room next door. "Take it off... . ... mmmm... ... ... that's nice... ... ... .harder, harder... ... thattt's iiittt... oh god! Oh god! Oh god!... Arrgggggggg!!... ... After 15 minutes of this the room got quiet. After a few minutes I could hear Bates dial the phone. I couldn't hear much but I could make out the words "room service". I cracked my door and waited for the bell boy. About 10 minutes later I saw the bell boy rolling a cart down the hall he knocked on the door of 607. The door opened and the young black boy pushed the cart in. I stood by the door and as the bell boy left the room I entered the hall and began walking beside him towards the elevators. I looked at him and said, "Maybe they will be quiet now that they have some food." The Bellboy grinned at me and said, "I'll bet they get noisy. The woman was sitting in the jacuzzi when I went in. Nice looking wool for a middle-aged bitch. I've been delivering strawberries and champagne to them for the last couple of months. The man always tips good. I think he likes showing off his side woman to someone who don't know who either one of them is. That's a classic screwing around on their spouse couple. I can always tell. It happens a lot around here." As we rode on the elevator together to the lobby the bellboy added, "Yea! they will be leaving here around midnight. They always do. She will go home to her husband and he will go home to his wife. I wonder if they knock off another piece when they get home. Lucky guy, stickin' it in two different cunts on the same night. Of course she gets to ride two different poles. I wonder if her husband can tell she's full of somebody else's come when she gets home. I ain't never seen no rubbers in that room." I got in my car and drove aimlessly around town. Strawberries and Champagne had been Sally's and my special treat on our honeymoon. It was a special event with us that was a part of our closest moments. She was sharing it with her lover. Mocking me. I felt like a knife was cutting my heart out. This was no one night fling. I could almost forgive that. This was a deliberate and personal betrayal. I began to wonder if "I ever had been second in line," when I made love to her. I couldn't remember anything unusual about her when we made love, although there were a few nights when she would be extra wet. I found myself in front of my own home. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was about 10:30. If they stayed until midnight I would have some time. I went into my house and did not turn on any lights. I was supposed to be out of town. I decided to see if I could find anything incriminating. I searched Sally's desk, her dresser and her closet. At the bottom of her drawers I was shocked to find some very sexy lingerie that I didn't know she owned. Also, I found some charge slips for hotel rooms I didn't know about. Finally I checked in the garage storage area and discovered a wealth of stuff at the bottom of a box labeled "Sally's Old Clothes". I sat in the garage with a flash light and my whole life went down the drain. I had all the evidence I needed. In the box I found love letters to Sally from three different men including Mr. Bates. I also found some pictures. Old style Polaroid's that were yellow from age. One showed Sally in Bikini bottoms only, water dripping from her hair and breasts, standing on a boat next to a completely naked, stocky, blond man. She had a wide grin as she held his substantial erect penis in one hand and a can of beer in the other. The man had a look of pure lust on his face. I glanced at the back of the photo. In pencil was written, "On Frank's boat, Aug. 1978" . Based on Sally's youthful look the date seemed about right. It was between the birth of our first and second son. That explained the size of Sally's breasts. They were huge, with dark brown nipples. She would have still been nursing our oldest. I remembered that Frank had been a manager where Sally worked then. It seemed she had a thing for her bosses. But what was worse was that Frank was a dead ringer for my second son. There were other pictures of Frank and Sally obviously taken with a camera timer. Some innocent tourist type shots at the lake, at a restaurant. But then there were some of the two of them naked. Several in a motel room, where there were shots of them performing oral sex on each other, one of Frank fucking Sally doggy-style and two with Sally riding on top of Frank while he laid on his back smiling at the camera. There was even a close up of a cock entering a pussy, but it was a close-up and you couldn't tell who the genitalia belonged to. The last picture of this group showed Sally's face being blasted with come from a large penis that had blond pubic hair. The come was in her eye, dripping off of her nose and landing on her outstretched tongue. There was another set of pictures and letters with another man. Based on the notes written on the back of the pictures, this affair had taken place about 7 years ago. I recognized the man, not as one of Sally's bosses, but as a salesman in her company. I had met him at some business social events. I remembered that he had been transferred across the country about 5 years ago. These pictures were like the others. Some were innocent and some were graphic. One of the ones that bothered me the most showed Sally in a snap crotch Teddy that I had bought her for our anniversary. She had his penis deep-throated so her nose was buried in his dark pubic hair while the man plunged what looked like a dildo into her splayed pussy. I looked at my watch and realized that it was almost midnight. I quickly put the letters and pictures back in their hiding place and went out to my rental car to wait. At about 12:30 the Lexus pulled up. Both Sally and Bates went into the house. Ten minutes later he came out and I followed him across the city to an upscale residential area he pulled his car into the garage and went inside. I went back to the Hotel and spent a sleepless night deciding what to do. I wanted to kill both of them. I wanted a divorce. I wanted to make her pay for making a joke of my life and my emotions. A plan formulated in my mind. If she wanted to fuck other men then I would make sure that she got all she could handle and then some. At the same time I would make sure that I could get a divorce and keep all the possessions and money I had worked for. And I would destroy Sally and as many of the men who had been with her as I could!!! The next morning, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, I went to my office and found the man that would be key to making my plan work. My office had hired an ex-con to work in the maintenance department. He was a 30 year old black man who had spent 5 years in jail for assault and battery as well as some drug charges. Anthony was trying to straighten out his life, but I knew that he was having a hard time making ends meet. I was about to help him with that problem and he was about to help me with Sally. Although if my plan worked, I'm sure that he would enjoy it. First thing in the morning I asked Anthony into my office. "Would you like to make an enjoyable $500?" He immediately got suspicious. "I can't risk going back to jail," he said. "Well, some of what I want you to do will be illegal, there isn't much chance of you getting into trouble," I explained. After I described the plan he readily agreed and said he would be ready that night. Husband's Revenge Ch. 02 I called her at 7:00 and said in an emotional voice, "I love you more than life. You are everything to me." She had one last chance to be honest, to not go out with her boss. She didn't respond to my vow of love and acted as if nothing was unusual. After some prodding about what she was going to do that evening. She said, "I am going to visit some girl friends." I told her I'd see her the next evening after "I got back from my trip." I watched from my rental car, the plan unfolded perfectly. Bates picked up Sally at 8:00 and drove to the Hilton. I followed them and watched as they went into the lounge for a dance and a drink. They didn't realize it, but they were followed by two black men and one white man. Anthony, and two of his ex-con friends from prison. I entered the lobby went to the pay phones and dialed Bates beeper number. I had gotten his pager and several other numbers when I had called his office earlier in the day. I used his boss' work number as the call back number, followed by 911 indicating that it was important. Bates came out of the lounge tried to call the number. When there was no answer he went back into the lounge apparently telling Sally that he had to check on something at work. A minute later he came out and went to his car. I had kept my face hidden by a newspaper. Next I peeked into the lounge and saw that Anthony and his friends had moved right in on Sally. They were sitting on each side of her at her booth table, trapping her. She had a nervous look on her face, I could hear the men talking about how "fine she was and didn't she want to party with them." Sally sipped her drink and said, "No! Please leave." They didn't and it was already too late. The Rohypnol (date rape drug) was already slipped into her drink and within minutes she appeared out of it. Anthony grabbed Sally by the hand when he heard a slow number on the jukebox. He had to almost carry her to the dance floor. He put her arms around his neck and held her up with one of his strong black arms around her waist. The other two men watched from the booth as Anthony placed Sally's lolling head on his chest and used his free hand to begin kneading her ass as they swayed to the music. The white guy pulled a hand held video camera from his pocket and began filming. I had given the camera to Anthony earlier in the day. The men each danced with Sally. They all fondled her ass and tits blatantly. Anthony had gone through Sally's purse and found the plastic room key card. After several dances the three men half carried half walked Sally out of the Lounge and to the elevator. Her dress was wrinkled and unbuttoned to below her bra. That was the last I saw of my wife until the next evening when I supposedly got home from my trip. I had mixed emotions. I had loved Sally for 24 years. But she had fucked me over and now I was going to take her down. She had never loved me as I had loved her. My life had been a joke. Over the next few days Sally's life would be turned upside down just like mine had been. I waited outside for about 45 minutes. I saw Bates re-enter the Hotel, check the lounge then get on the elevator. He came back down the elevator 5 minutes later as pale as a ghost. He got in his expensive car and roared away. Satisfied that my planned had worked perfectly, I calmly when to my house to retrieve the photos and letters that Sally had hidden. This night I didn't worry about turning the lights on. I went to work the next morning after a sleepless night with my emotions swinging between guilt and rage. It was about 10 am when Anthony finally showed up at work. He came right to my office after clocking in. He shut the door to my office, handed me a video tape, and sat down to tell me about what had happened last night. I didn't have a video player in my office, so I told Anthony to tell me every detail. "Man, you may be getting a phone call in a few minutes. Last time I saw your wife was 3 hours ago. She was naked and being dragged out of a downtown alley by the cops. She was under arrest for drug paraphernalia charges and prostitution." "She'll be calling you to make bail!" I knew that Sally wouldn't call me, she would call a girlfriend, probably Ann Richards. She wouldn't want me to know of her secret life. "It was a wild night man. That woman got more cock stuck in her last night than any whore I know. Funny thing about it is, I think she was enjoying it, at least right up to the part in the alley." "Hank, the white guy, and Billy, my bro cellmate, started tak'in your old ladies clothes off right in the elevator. She was messed up big time. Could hardly stand. Just kept mumbling about needing to wait for Bates. We left her dress in the elevator and walked her down the hall to her room in her bra, panties, garter and stockings." "Man, that shocked several old white ladies in the hall. " "They was nice undies. Hope you don't mind man, I kept them to give to my girlfriend, I hope her pussy looks as good in them as your wife's did. Course nothing looks as good as white pussy in black undies, except maybe white pussy wrapped around my hairy black cock. I got to see a lot of that last night." "Once we were in the suite Billy and I stripped her down while Hank filmed. Put her on her back on the bed. We all got naked and started feeling her up, playing with her titties, spreading her legs and fingering her pussy." "Wasn't long before she started moaning. Hank had brought some KY jelly. We figured that we better lube her up before we got it on as out of it as she was." "Billy shoved the tube in her cunt and squeezed out about half. The girl was so wet after that you could drive a truck up her box. She just laid there moaning. I told the boys that since I set this up, I wanted to go first. I hopped on and fucked her for about 10 minutes. Man I was stroking her deep. Just lay'in my pipe to her. But it wasn't no good. She just laid there moaning like a dead fish, I didn't even finish." "I got off and Billy got on he fucked her for about 10 minutes, and climbed off without finishing too. Hank got on, and just like a white guy, pumped her for a couple of minutes and filled her up with his cum. Billy and I were mad cause now we be hav'in sloppy seconds. We made Hank get a wash cloth and clean her pussy out. We squirted some more KY into her cunt and climbed on again." "Billy and I took turns, stopping before we came. After about the third switch, Hank said that the booze and the "roofie" were depressants and had her too low. So he got some angel-dust from his stash in his wallet and held it under her nose. It took a couple of minutes, but when we covered her mouth that dust went right in her nose. Shit, it didn't take 30 seconds before she was screaming and thrashing around on the bed. I climbed right on that fine white pussy and she 'bout squeezed me to death. This was more like it. I don't know if it was the drugs or my dick but she put moves on me I ain't never seen. She rolled her hips and contracted her pussy in a way that milked my cock like a farmer pulling on a cows udder." "I lasted about two minutes. Best of all Hank said that the dust would make her suggestible. He whispered in her ear and she would say whatever she heard. Hank say "Fuck me hard," She scream, "FUCK ME HARD!!". Man, he had her saying all kind of nasty shit about sucking cock and filling my slut hole with cum. You be able to hear it all on the tape." "It got real interesting after that. I climbed off, watched my cum run out of her cunt for a minute, and then Billy climbed on top of her started screwing with long slow deep strokes, inching it in a little at a time. That boy got himself one hell of a piece of meat between his legs. When he got his cock balls deep, your old lady went crazy. He grabbed her tits and hung on for dear life. She got some scratches and bruises on her tits from Billy hanging on so tight. He was squeezing her tits so hard it looked like her nipples would pop." "Hank was filming the action when the room door opened up and the white dude she had been with in the bar came walking in. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the three of us naked guys, with Billy just hanging on to your bucking old lady. Hank turned the camera on him and asked if he wanted to get in line." I had to smile thinking of how shocked "Mr. ‘fucking' Bates" must have been. "We said we appreciated him sharing his hot piece with us. That Bates fella' really looked confused. He stood there staring at your wife. He looked scared to death of me. A naked big black man, coming towards him. He backed up and ran out the door. That was the last we saw of him." "I did what you asked and called room service for champagne and strawberries. When the room service boy got there Billy was just cumming in your wife. He climbed off and I asked if the room service boy wanted a piece. He stripped down in a flash, and said he had been want'in a piece of this bitch for months. He flipped her on her stomach with her legs hanging off the bed and sank his ebony rod into her in one thrust." "She had settled down some so the bell-boy had a nice leisurely fuck. She had her first orgasm with him that I could tell, the drugs were wearing off. By the time he finished your old lady was moaning like she was really enjoying the action. When he pulled his black cock out of her the come was running from her pussy like a river. He asked if he could come back later for some more when he got off work, I said sure, us black stallions have to share the wealth." "Thanks Man," he said, "this is my first piece of white pussy and she has been teasing me in this room for weeks." "None of us wanted to fuck her being as sloppy as she was, so we put her in the hot tub and aimed one of the jets at her cunt to clean her up. Hank held her head above water so she wouldn't drown. Billy asked if when she was cleaned out if we could shave her pussy. He said he always wanted to fuck a bald white cunt." "We lifted her onto the side of the hot tub and got the complementary razor and shave cream from the bathroom. She just laid there while Billy soaped her up and shaved all the hair from her crotch. We shaved her pussy clean, but had a hard time getting all the hair from around her asshole, but by the time we were done it was pretty bare. We got some good film of all three of us shaving her. Of course we all dipped a finger or two into her. Hank even stuck his middle finger up her ass. She really wiggled when he did that, had her titties dancing all over her chest, nipples were as hard as rocks." "By then we all had hard-ons again so we started on her again right on the floor. I went first and slowly worked my cock into her. We didn't use no lubricant this time. But by the time I got my chocolate stick all the way in she was juicing herself up good, she was nice and wet naturally. I think by now she knew what was going on. She wasn't say'in nothing, but I could tell that her eyes were focusing on us. She sure didn't say nothing about stopping, she just wrapped her legs around my black ass and started moving to my rhythm." "I want to thank you man. That time with your wife was one of the best fucks I ever had in my life. Watching my cock slid in and out of her hairless white pussy really did it for me. I wanted to make it last forever. I screwed her a couple of more time later on, but that time was the best. I wanted to take your wife home and keep her. I actually got a little jealous when I came and Billy climbed on and started screwing her." I was jealous too. Hearing how they had all had her. But I couldn't go back now. I had to have my revenge. If it hurt me a bit, then so be it. "I know she had a couple of orgasm with me and Billy said she had a couple with him. Hank said she was calm enough now that he thought he could get a blow-job without gett'in his dick bit off. So while Billy was stroking her, Hank hung his cock in her face." "He was right, she lifted her head up and started sucking him off like a $10 hooker. I filmed her getting it from both ends. After awhile Billy got her on her hands and knees, told Hank to fuck her and he stuck his cock in her face. Hank rammed right into her, but when she saw Billy's meat hanging in front of her face she really made love to it. She licked the shaft up one side and down the other. She took his hairy balls in her mouth and gently rolled them around with her tongue. Billy even turned around at one point and she started licking his asshole." How easily she fell into this made me wince. "They finally both came and she swallowed every bit of Billy's cum. After that it went on all night. The room service boy came back, and she fucked and sucked us all. Some times on the bed, sometimes on the floor, once we hung her over the back of the coach and lined up. I would deep stoke her 4 or 5 times, then Billy 4 or 5 times, then Hank, then the room service boy. She seemed to really like having the four cocks stuck up her, one after another, and we all lasted a long time. We got breaks but she fucked that way for over an hour solid." "At one point we had to lube her up some more with the KY, cause she was flat out of juice. She never ever said a word to us just moaned and occasionally screamed out "Oh! God" or "Fuck". I ain't never seen no woman have that much non-stop fucking in my life." "Man you wife really is a major slut. I think all she needed was an excuse to let go. We took turns with her all night long. Sometimes she would be double teamed at each end, sometimes just straight fucking, in the hot tub or the bed. At about 5:30 this morning we laid her on the bed, on her back, with her head hanging off the edge. This opened up her throat. So we lined up again and each took a turn slipping our roots into her mouth. When Hank got his cock down her throat far enough so that his hairy balls were resting on her nose, she couldn't breath. So he held his balls up with one hand while he squeezed her tits with the other. Billy was doing some coke and he dropped a line in your wife's nose. She had to breath through her nose cause her mouth was full of cock. She got high again." Anthony laughed, "She ‘bout" bit Hank's cock in two. Left teeth mark on his shaft." "After that we quit. I wrapped her in a sheet and the Bell boy and I took her down the service elevator into an alley. We laid her naked on a cardboard box next to a dumpster. A cop car saw us and when the cops walked into the alley we got scared. She was out of it so we told the cops that this white whore had been propositioning us then she passed out. I had left Billie's small empty coke vial next to her. Like I said, last I saw her, the cops was dragging her limp body down the alley towards their police car reading her, her rights." I sat there behind my desk holding the video tape not knowing what to think. My plan had worked even better than expected. But I felt unfulfilled. I had wanted revenge. Now Anthony told me she had enjoyed it. "Thank you for the help Anthony." I gave him is money and told him I might need him again. He just said "I like gettin' paid to fuck good looking white pussy. I'll hammer your old lady for free if you want. In fact, I was hope'in that you let me take her to my place for a few days." I said that I'd think about it and sent him back to work. I was a jumble of emotions. I had dedicated myself to my wife for 24 years. Now I was the person getting her gang-banged and arrested. But she deserved it, the Bitch. She had made our whole life a lie by having affairs. Not just sex, but full blown love affairs. Not just cheating physically, but emotionally as well. She hadn't paid nearly enough yet. Damn, Anthony said she had enjoyed it. She hadn't paid at all yet. She really was just a slut. I was really going to make her pay for her infidelity now. I wanted her to hurt as much as she hurt me. I was going to make everyone in her life hate her. Then throw her away like the whore she was. Quickly I formulated an additional plan. I called my wife's office and asked for her. I was told by the receptionist that she hadn't come in this morning. Then I asked for Mr. Bates. "Mr. Bates, where is my wife? I know you had business last night, but she never came home." He stuttered, "I don't know." I replied, "I understand you know exactly where she spends her evenings, and you better see me at lunch or I will visit your wife with quite a story." "I don't know what your talking about," he bluffed. "Lets meet at the Hilton in the restaurant rather than in Room 607." When he heard that he shut up and said that he would meet me at noon. Next, I left my office and took the tape to a video editing company. This was a place where you could go in and edit you home movies and family tapes. I rented a booth and began editing the tape. I started with the title "Sally the Housewife Gets Ganged". Not very creative, but it got your attention. Then using a microphone and a lot of reverb (so you couldn't recognize my voice) I recorded an opening over the title. I said, "Sally is a bored housewife out for a good time. She got a real good time. What would her husband and children think if they could see her getting Gang-banged. This is Sally's story!!" I edited about 1 and a half hours of the action that Anthony had described. I started with her dancing in the lounge, walking down the hall in her bra and panties, getting her pussy fondled and shaved and finally all kinds of oral, and fucking action including several double penetrations. I made 10 copies of the video tape. I went to a copy shop and had a label made that said "Sally the Housewife Gets Ganged." I put the labels on the tapes and headed to the video stores. I found that it is really easy to smuggle tapes into a video store. I went to stores around our home and Sally's office, and secretly left a tape in the adult section of each store. I didn't think that the stores would notice an extra tape and I was sure that they would rent them like any other tape. I was sure that "Sally the Housewife Gets Ganged" would be an instant hit. On my way across town I stopped at the Post Office and mailed a copy of the tape to my son's fraternity, addressed to the entertainment chairman, (my boys had confided in me that it was the entertainment chairman's job to get the porno movies for the fraternity poker nights); and another copy to one of the salesmen at sally's Company. He was a big, loud, obnoxious party guy. I knew that all of her co-workers and her sons would soon see what a slut Sally was. I was destroying her life, just like she had destroyed mine. Finally I went to the Hilton to meet with Bates. I walked into the restaurant at the Hilton and sat down with Bates at a small table. It was everything I could do to keep myself from punching him in the face. I said, "you son of a Bitch, you have been shagging my wife since you came to town, now I'm going to make you pay." He answered, "I don't know what I your talking about." I pulled out his love letters and some of the Polaroids that Sally had kept. "I guess I'll just have to take these to your house and show them to your wife. I'll bet she will clean you out in a divorce settlement especially with you caught with your pants down so to speak." He tuned pale, as the color drained from his face, and he asked me what I wanted. "Its very simple, I want you to apologize to me, promise you will never break up anybody's marriage again and tell me what you saw last night. After you do that I'll ask you to do one more thing. Then you can walk away from this mess. I'll keep the pictures just in case you try to screw me over, but I promise that they will never see the light of day. Unless...," I said leaving the last word hanging. Husband's Revenge Ch. 02 He apologized to me, but said that Sally had initiated the affair by making a pass at him. He promised that he was going to stay at home from now on. He really loved his wife and kids and this whole thing was scaring any desire to fool around right out of him. Finally, he told me the story of last night. I knew most of it, but I had him describe in detail what he saw when he entered the room. "When I went into the room I saw a black man fucking the daylights out of Sally. She looked like she was covered in cum and seemed to be enjoying the stroking. The black guy would pull his cock all the way out of her stretched cunt so just the purple tip was resting on her bright red pussy lips, she would squirm around try to get it back inside her. Finally he would slam home so his fat balls bounced against her ass, then she would let out a whimper and groan." "I saw naked white guy standing next to the bed, with what looked like a wet freshly fucked cock hanging between his legs, videoing the action; and another naked big black man coming towards him." He said he ran out the door and was very happy to get home to his boring wife. "Listen I have already made up his mind to end it with Sally. I'm afraid that I might catch a disease from her." He continued, "I am surprised that she would do a group of men. When we had sex it was good, but she wasn't wild." He saw my fist clench at that comment, "Sorry" he whispered. "Actually she told me lots of times that she loved her family. She said she just did this to get a little excitement in her life." Bates felt that she enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around and doing something forbidden as much as the sex itself. As we finished lunch I looked at him hard and said, "Like you, I have just discovered that my dear wife is a slut. Then I told a big lie. "You are lucky to be out of this Bates. The men who were there last night are trying to blackmail me with the video tape you saw being made." I went on, "I am NOT going to pay. Sally had done this to herself. I am going to divorce her." "What's the last thing you want me to do?" He looked at me with frightened eyes. "I'll do anything to get away from this mess." I smiled, seeing him scared shitless was very satisfying. More satisfying than kicking his ass. "My last condition is that I want you to call Sally. I want you to tell her that you never want to see a slut like her again. Tell her what you saw last night. Tell her you never really liked her, she was just an easy piece of ass. Tell her, she probably couldn't get another guy in bed with her and the only way she could attract anyone was to gangbang a bunch of niggers. Tell her you only fucked her because you felt sorry for her." "Finally, tell her you know she was arrested, and because of that she is fired from her job immediately. And with an arrest on her record she shouldn't ask for a recommendation. Bates thought it over and begged me again to keep the pictures of him confidential. "Deal." "I'll make the call," he answered. I followed him to the pay phones and he dialed my home number. I assumed that Sally would have gotten out of lock up by now. As the phone was ringing I reminded him that if Sally ever found out about this conversation or even that Bates had seen me, I would send the pictures of him to his wife. He immediately promised. Bates began talking after several rings. He even went farther than I told him. He called her a no good slut who didn't care about anything other than a hard cock in her cunt or mouth. He asked her if nigger cum tasted good and said that he had never seen a bigger whore than her. He said she wasn't worth the time it took him to fuck her. Finally he fired her and told her he never wanted to see her cum bag body again. It's kind of funny but in a way I think Bates was as hurt by her too. I could hear Sally crying and trying to explain as he slammed the phone down in its cradle. He looked at me and said, "I'll keep up my end of the deal, you do the same." With that he walked out of the Hotel, not even looking back. I followed him out and went to turn in my rental car. I picked up my car and drove home as if I was returning from my trip. I was anxious to see what I would find. Husband's Revenge Ch. 03 When I unlocked the front door to my house, all was quiet. I went to the bed room and found Sally curled in a ball in the bed. In my normal kind and loving tone I asked, "Are you all right?" "I'm not feeling well, I must have caught something." Yea! I thought to myself, she caught 4 stiff pricks and about a quart of jism. I unpacked, acting as if I was returning from my business trip. "I'll make you some soup. Rest and when you are feeling better come downstairs and we'll talk." Sally didn't move or respond, but I heard her crying softly into her pillow. I went down stairs and immediately looked in Sally's day purse. I found a yellow copy of her bail document. Bail had been $500 for the charges of prostitution and public intoxication. I guess they didn't have enough evidence for drug possession charges. From reading the document I could see that her friend Anne Richardson had put up the money. Also, if she didn't appear in court it would be handled like a traffic ticket. The bail would become the fine, and an automatic plea of guilty would be entered. I put some soup on and sat in the kitchen and calmly began reading the paper. I was wondering if Sally would admit everything or try to lie her way out. Sally finally walked slowly into the kitchen. She was wearing an old oversized terry cloth robe that covered her from her neck to the floor. She looked terrible. I said, "you look like you were rode hard and put up wet." Sally's eyes flashed at the joke. I guess the old joke wasn't too subtle. As I looked at her, all I could think were all of her lovers over the years in bed with her. I felt no remorse over what I had done and while there was a little pang of concern for her, it wasn't enough to make me feel like we were even. As she slowly slurped her hot soup she said, " I quit my job today." I turned to her and said, "That's a surprise, I thought you really liked your boss. What's his name? Mr. Bates." Sally ran from the room tears welling up in her eyes, crying, "I can't talk now I feel sick." I followed her up to the room. As I stood in the doorway, I continued to play the concerned and loving husband. "If there is anything I can do just let me know. I'll sleep in the spare room tonight so you can get have some rest and get better." Actually I had no desire for my whore, slut, cock-hound of a wife to be anywhere near me. But I continued to play the role. Later that night, I decided that Sally had gotten off too easy. Sure her friends, co-workers and children would soon know what an unfaithful whore she was, but I had watched the tape. I think she did enjoy her gang-bang. I wanted the sex she seemed to crave so much for "excitement in her life", to become a nightmare for her. I wanted her to suffer even more. More than I was suffering. From the kitchen I called Anthony at home and told him my new plan. He said that he would do what I asked, if I would cover for him at work. What I wanted him to do was dangerous for him because of his prison probation, so I offered to pay him another $200. The money plus the opportunity to "hump the shit" out of Sally again was all he needed to agree to my plan. I knew that Sally's life would fall apart once the tapes were received so I needed to act fast. Anthony agreed that he would be at my house right after I left in the morning. Before he hung up he said, "are you sure you want to do this? When my buddies and I fucked your wife we didn't do anything that would really hurt her. I'm sure that she is sore, but she will be OK after a while. What you want now is different. I won't be around to protect her, couldn't if I wanted to. These are some real bad people. They won't kill her or anything but, she might never be the same." "I understand this will be bad. I want the slut to pay for what she had done to me." My heart was hardened against her. Anthony just replied, "Man, I hope you don't ever get pissed off at me." I tried to talk with Sally the next morning at breakfast. It was Friday, I was dressed for work and Sally sat drinking coffee in the same bathrobe. She looked better. Her shoulder length brown hair was brushed. She even had a little makeup on. She said that she was going to relax today and that after the weekend she would think about another job or maybe she would stay home for a while and take a rest from work. I smiled and said, "You know I have always supported you no matter what you want to do. Have a good day, Sweetheart." I almost choked on the words. I then left my house to go to work. In the front bushes next to the front door I dropped my last copy of "Sally gets Ganged." Anthony would pick it up in a few minutes. I went to work and called Anthony' boss telling him that Anthony was doing some business errands for me this morning. Just before lunch time Anthony came into my office. I had him sit down and shut my office door. "I did it, now give me my $200", he smiled. I gave him the money and asked him to tell me what had happened. "I want to know everything." "I was waiting down the street for you to leave. When I saw you drive away I went up to the house and knocked on the door. Your wife opened the door and I just walked in like I owned the place. I could tell she recognized me." "I asked her if she remembered me from the night before. She said the she did, I could see her tremble a little. She said that last night had been fun, but she wanted me to leave because her husband might be home at any minute. I told her that was OK with me and that her husband and I would have a nice conversation about how much she liked my ebony johnson . She got a real worried look on her face. I told her not to worry, that nobody would find out about anything. IF she kept being real nice to me and my 9 inches of black cock. I told her that she had the sweetest bald white pussy I had ever seen and we were going to party some more today." "She said no! That her husband would never believe it, and it would be my word against hers. All I did then was to walk into your living room and pop the tape in the VCR. I started it in the middle of the tape which showed some action with me and Hank where her face showed real clear. She slumped in a chair and asked what I wanted." "I took her hand and led her upstairs. I said that I wanted to fuck her in the bed she shared with her husband. She just stood there as I took off her robe and pulled her nightgown over her head. I stripped down and laid on the bed with my arms behind my head, my big hard-on waving in the air. I told her, ‘I want you to take care of me like the slut you are, then I'll give you the tape. You better be good and make it last. I want to enjoy your lily white body." She went to work on me. She knelt between my legs and started licking my shaft like a lollipop, up one side down the other. Finally she put the head in her mouth and started swirling it around with her tongue. I pulled her sideways so I could reach her pussy and began to tease her clit with my fingers. It didn't take long for her hole to start juicing up, so I slid first one then two fingers into her shaved cunt. She started squirming, and when I said it seemed like she was enjoying herself she grunted "ah huh" around my pole I knew she really was just a cheap slut, who wanted an excuse to fuck anything with a prick." Anthony said quietly, "You really are going to be better off without her. She sucked my dick like she had had plenty of practice. Somebody has taught her how to please a man. I told her to slow down and after a while she lifted her face off of my wet cock with a pop and said, "I have got to have this black beauty inside my love box, until last night I had never been fucked by a black man." She threw one leg over my hips, grabbed my cock in one hand, spread her puffy cunt lips with the fingers of the other hand; and sat right down on my cock till her clean-shaven pussy was rubbing my curly black pubic hair. She threw back her head and laughed that if she had known that shaving her pussy would make it easier to slip a dick into her, she would have shaved herself a long time ago. She even said, "I'll bet my husband will like my new look." She rode me like a champ, sometimes with fast short strokes, sometimes with long slow strokes, milking my stem with her cunt muscles. All the while she held my hands to her tits. Her nipples were so hard and hot I thought they would burn my palms. Occasionally She'd reached back to play with my nut sack. She would roll my nuts around in her fingers like a bag of marbles. Finally, I blasted my load deep inside her. She must have had two or three orgasms during this time. My cock was coated with her love juice. After we rested she asked if I could get it up again." "Sorry boss, she wanted it bad! I wanted to see how nasty she would be, so I said sure if she would do something special for me. I got on my hands and knees and told her to lick my asshole while she reached around and stroked my dangling cock. Damn if she didn't do it. Started running her tongue up and down my ass crack. Finally, when my pole started to revive, she stabbed her velvet tongue right into my sphincter muscle. Shit! I got hard again in her hand in about two seconds. I rolled her over, put her legs over my shoulder and jammed myself into her. She looked up at me and asked me what my name was. I told her I was her candy man. As I was stroking her I reached down into the pocket of my pants and got out a vial of coke. She was stroking me hard and the next time I bottomed out in her cunt she took breath and I dropped a pile of coke in her nose. She went crazy, I think she had one long orgasm for about 5 minutes while I just kept stroking deep into her." "I had given her a pretty big hit, so after I came again and climbed off of her, she just laid there with her eyes glazed over." Anthony asked me if Sally had every done drugs. I told him not to my knowledge, except booze and some marijuana back in her college days. But, I couldn't be sure, after all I never thought that she would screw around with other men. Anthony went on to say that he looked through her clothes and found some sexy red underwear. The panties were a thong and the bra was one of those Wonderbra types that made her breasts almost spill out of the cups. "I got her limp body into the bra and panties, then wrapped the bathrobe around her. I carried her to her car in the garage. Her keys were right where you said, hanging on the hook next to the garage door. Then I drove her to the wrong side of the city." I grinned cruelly. Driven away from her warm, safe home of 18 years that I had made for her. "Man I was scared driving her around. I was breaking my parole by having the drugs, and where we were going to would also be considered a parole violation." He said that he was afraid that if someone saw a black man driving a white woman around that he might get stopped. But nobody stopped him. As he drove deeper into a slum area of the city he relaxed. He finally made it to an abandoned house in a run down warehouse area of the city. The windows were boarded up and what yard there was, was overgrown. He parked Sally's car in front of a closed gas station next door and after taking the car keys off Sally's key ring and checking the glove box for papers with our address on them, he walked Sally up to the wreck of a house. "I was shaking when I knocked on the door." Anthony told me that a huge black man let him in and that "Big Willy", a local drug dealer ran it.. Big Willy would open up a crack house, run it for a week or two, then move to a new location before the cops busted him. "Willy is bad news. He has homemade prison tattoos on his arms and barrel chest. Man, he just stood at the door in a pair of sweat pants. His legs are so big the fabric was stretched to its limit. He knew me from a stint he did in jail, so he was cool that I brought your wife." "Don't call her my wife anymore." Anthony told Willy that the white woman he brought with him used to be his number one lady, but that she had been cheating on him with other men. Anthony pointed out Sally's car and said Willy could have the car if he kept Sally in the Crack house for a while. Anthony told Willy that the car ought to pay for whatever drugs you give her, and you can pimp her out as far as I'm concerned. With that he pulled off Sally's robe displaying her to Willy's wide eyes! Willy asked if the car was hot. Anthony said that it wouldn't be reported missing until tonight. Willy said it would be stripped and sold for parts in an hour. Willy agreed to keep Sally in the crack house, but told Anthony that he was closing this house down on Sunday, his informants with the cops told him it would be raided Sunday afternoon. "Boss, I told him just to leave Sally in the crack house, with enough drugs around to get her busted for possession. The cops will like busting somebody and not just finding an empty house. Willy laughed and said it was good business for the cops to arrest somebody every once in a while. It made the cops feel like they were accomplishing something." "That was good thinking Anthony." "I left her on a dirty, smelly mattress laying on the garbage strewn floor of the crack house. Willy told me, "We don't get good looking white women in here. The only white women I've seen in one of my crack houses are old bag ladies. Usually the white boyfriend buys the crack or coke at the door and get the hell out of here as fast as possible. White folks usually party at their own place." "Boss, then he said, ‘I'll be sure that this little lady gets to meet all my regular customers.'" "I gave Willy the keys to your wife's car. As I was leaving I saw Willy unzip his pants and pull out a chocolate brown cock that was the size of a salami. He was heading right to your wife." Anthony ended his story and looked at me. "Man, you can kiss your old lady goodbye. You don't know what goes on in those crack houses, by tomorrow she will be a real crack whore. A couple of hundred people will go through that house this weekend. The dirtiest, nastiest, drugged up, worthless people in the world. Your old lady is sitting naked right in the middle of it. By the time the cops raid that place on Sunday, your wife will be glad they arrested her. I smiled to myself. Later that night, when I got home to my empty house, I called the police and reported my wife and her car missing. The police said I would have to wait until the next day. A person had to be missing 24 hours before the police could get involved. I was sure that the next 24 hours were going to be interesting for Sally. Do you want to hear more about Sally, and her husband's revenge? Husband's Revenge Ch. 04 I can't say that I slept like a baby on Saturday night, but for the first time since I had found out that my "loving wife" had been cheating on me for our entire marriage, I felt some satisfaction. I was a bit worried about how my sons would feel when they found out about their mother, but I loved them both despite their questionable parentage. I vowed to myself that I would continue to love them and would never say anything about who fathered them. They were all that I had left of my family now. Originally I had thought about contacting their possible biological fathers and suing them for back child support. But I didn't want them to have that pain. They were going to go through enough with their Mother's situation so I decided to continue to be the best Dad I could. I even spent much of the evening remembering all the camping trips, ball games and other father and sons things we had done together. They were good kids and they shouldn't have to suffer for the sins of their Mother. Although I knew they would suffer when they found out what a slut, whore Sally was. I just hoped that it would help them find a woman who was worthy for them to marry, and not make the same mistake that I had made in selecting a mate. I also must admit that while I felt like no punishment was too extreme for Sally I did have a few pangs of guilt. We had had a lot of good times together.... "No," I thought to myself, "Don't wimp out. She is the one who has made a mockery of my life and love. She deserves whatever happens to her. She deserves the same 24 years of pain that I was now experiencing. Twenty four years worth of pain," I repeated over and over to myself. The way I figure it, that is the rest of her natural life. On Sunday morning I woke and puttered around the house. Cleaning it and making sure that the letters and photos I had found were locked away safely. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I assumed that I would be getting a visit from the police after the raid on the crack house. Mid afternoon while I watched a football game a pounding at the door was accompanied by, "Open up, this is the police." I opened the door and a piece of paper was slapped into my hand by a burly cop. "This is a warrant to search the premises for illegal drugs." "I... this must be some mistake. I called to report my wife missing." Four cops, one with a dog brushed past me into my house. "Ah, your wife has been found." In an concerned husband act that was deserving of an 'Oscar' I said, "Oh thank God. Is she OK? Where is she?" "Just sit down and be quiet. We are going to search the house and if everything checks out then we will explain," the burly cop said, pointing to a chair that the dog had just finished sniffing. "I.. what.. I don't understand." "Just sit and shut up!" I meekly followed the instructions, wanting to be seen by the cops as Mr. Cooperation. It didn't take long. Fifteen minutes later the cops and dog left the house, looking at me with sad eyes. This left the one burly cop to tell me the bad news. "I don't know how to tell you this. A woman who gave this address was arrested this morning in a drug raid." "Is it my wife?" "I am not sure she didn't have any identification on her. In fact she didn't have anything on her. She was naked in a crack house on the south side of town. She was obviously high, and next to her was enough crack to get her busted for possession." "I don't understand. She didn't come home last night...I...." "Did you know she was arrested for public nudity and prostitution a few days ago?" "What...." I was laying it on thick, and the cop was eating it up. He obviously felt bad for me as the unwitting husband. Well I had been an unwitting for 24 years so the act was easy to pull off. "Damn I hate it when I have to tell a spouse that the person they married isn't who or what they thought. Frankly usually I have this conversation with shocked wives." 30 minutes later, with crocodile tears streaming down my face the burly cop left saying, "I am sorry man. It looks like you had a great family. At least you have the kids. Don't blame yourself." He patted me on the shoulder like a brother and said, "You should go to a shrink to help get past this. Or call me if you want. I see this kind of thing a lot. I'm sorry. You can visit her in County lock up after dinner. But she won't have a bail hearing until tomorrow morning, so she is going to be spending the night in jail." It wasn't two minutes after the cop left that my phone rang. "This is Nancy, Sally's friend." "Yes Nancy what can I do for you." "I don't know how to say this. Sally just called me to try and bail her out of jail.... " "What.....," I acted surprised once again. "Ummm I bailed her out a few days ago and she wanted me to do it again. But now my husband has seen a video that she was in and he won't let me have anything to do with her anymore. She used her one phone call from the police station to me. When I said I couldn't help her anymore, she asked me to call you. So I am." "Thank you for calling Nancy. You are a good friend to Sally." "Not anymore! I don't want anything more to do with her... ever. My husband will kill me if I even talk to her again. And I am afraid that when word of her video gets out, she won't have any friends willing to have anything to do with her. Sorry, and when you see her tell her to never call me again. Bye" It had started. My cheating wife's life was starting to unravel. "She is still trying to hide the truth from me. Calling Nancy so she wouldn't have to face the consequences of her actions." I said to myself. "Well it is time for me to let her know that I know." I couldn't wait for visiting hours at County Lock-up." The County Jail doesn't have the fancy glass visiting booths that you see in the movies. There are just two rooms with bars down the middle. Inmates enter through the door on one side and visitors through a door on the other. There are about 15 inmates during each 30 minute session. As I walked into the room I scanned the Orange Jump Suit clad prisoners. There in a far corner sitting curled up in a fetal position was Sally. When she finally looked up and saw me she stood and ran to the bars. I stood out of her reach and stared at her with unfeeling eyes. She looked terrible. There were bruises on her cheek and her filthy hair was plastered against her head. I could see the ink stains on her fingers from when she was fingerprinted. The overly large, shapeless jump suit said "Dept. of Justice" and hide her body, all except for her feet, which were in plastic, slip on shower shoes. "Oh thank God you're here, Please help me. This is a big mistake. This place is terrible you HAVE to get me out!" she wailed. "A big mistake!" I answered with a laugh. "The cops came by and search our home. I mean MY home... MY boys home." "Please get me out... then I'll explain everything." I laughed again, this time evilly. "You are not going anywhere. You're here for the night, until the judge sets bail tomorrow. And then you won't be going anywhere unless you can find someone to post your bail." "What... all night...no! Bail." "You think I'm going to bail you out?" "What, Oh God... what?" "You can rot in here forever. YOU WHORE!" I fairly shouted the last words. The rest of the room became quiet. All heads turned to us. A large black woman who sat at the back of the room laughed, "You hear that girls?" She announced to the whole room. "Miss Priss here is a whore. She's been acting like she some nice innocent housewife." The room burst out laughing. Then the woman said in an even tone right to Sally, "I'll see you later baby." Sally cried, "Please get me out of here! I am your wife, help me. I've been raped!" With a tear in my eye, but a steel resolve in my voice I answered, "You are not my wife." She was so shocked she couldn't answer. I continued, "I know Sally. I know everything. I know about you and Bates... and all the others... for our entire joke of a marriage." I let that sink into her shocked head. Then continued, "You haven't been raped. A slut like you can't be raped. You just get fucked. A faithful wife and mother could get raped. But that's not you. You can't refuse anyone!" She opened her mouth then fell to her knees. "I know about the years of betrayal and lies. You are not my wife. I thought I had a faithful wife who I loved and who loved me, but I was wrong. She never existed. And now she doesn't exist for her friends, or even her children." I gazed at her for a moment. "I guess you better throw yourself on the mercy of the court." I turned and walked away. I ignored her plea, "Don't go.... I... I... I love you! Please help me!" As the door shut behind me I heard the black inmate say, "Hey momma, bring your cute little self over here by me. Don't make me mad now! You don't want to get Big Shanequa mad."