0 comments/ 209405 views/ 5 favorites Revenge Of The Cuckold By: English Bob Revenge: a dish best served cold, or eaten cold? I can never quite remember. Whatever. One thing was certain, though; revenge on my cheating wife was what I wanted and revenge was what I was going to get! No longer would I be the cuckolded husband, no longer would I be the last to find out. I would take control. My wife, Lydia was going to be the one who had to bear the tasteless jokes. For a change, she would be the one that people would look at and sneer - in short, I would make her pay for her adulterous behaviour if it was the last thing I did. I suppose most men would have addressed the subject of revenge a little differently. Wouldn't it have been easier if I'd just gone out and had an affair myself? Well, possibly. I'm not a bad looking guy and I've had my fair share of offers. My assistant at work likes me, I know and she's always made it quite clear that all I had to do was ask and she would drop her little panties for me straight away. Believe me I've certainly thought about it. Erica is only about nineteen - half my age - and the idea of sinking my dick into her soft, juicy pussy, or blowing my load down her throat still gets me as hard as a rock every time I think about it. But that's not really my style and besides, I could never be certain that it would have the desired effect on my wife. So I developed a plan; fiendish in its simplicity. If Lydia wanted to sleep with other men, then I would provide them for her - two of them and both at the same time! It was easy to arrange - maybe too easy. I knew Craig and Joel from my local bar; they were there more than they were anywhere else. Both men were in their late twenties, both well built, both as black as night and also, I was reliably informed, both blessed with above average sized appendages - okay, okay; they were hung like donkey's! They were also always flat busted so I knew that the offer of a night's free drinking would entice them nicely. "You bet, man!" cried Joel enthusiastically as I explained my rather extraordinary plan, "I'm in!" Craig was still very keen but a little more reserved. "But you sure she'll go for it?" he asked me, "I mean, she doesn't know us or anything. Suppose she gets mad and just kicks us out? I'm sure not gonna rape anyone!" "Don't worry," I smiled, patting the two pills secured in a small plastic bag in my inside pocket, "that's not going to be necessary. She'll go for it all right!" We arranged that the two lads would be at my house early that evening. Lydia was due home at about 7pm and I needed an hour or two to add the final touches to my plan. I grinned wickedly to myself as I secreted the small video camera behind the air vent in the lounge and trained the lens onto the sofa - this was where I intended the action to take place. I looked around the room for a final check; everything in it's place. Good. I flicked the camera on, it had a four hour tape. I checked my watch: 6.30pm. That gave me until 10.30, plenty of time! Craig and Joel appeared a few minutes later. I showed them into the lounge and poured them both a good measure of scotch. Adding one for myself, we settled down and I hit the remote to power up the wide screen TV and switched channels until I'd found the football game that I knew was showing. "Great, man!" cried Joel as he realised that his favourite team were playing. "Football, good booze and some pussy later! What more could a man ask for!" We had been watching the game for a little over twenty minutes when I heard the familiar sound of Lydia's key in the lock. Joel and Craig both looked up immediately and I signalled for them to be cool. "Hello, darling," said Lydia as she walked into the lounge and saw me. "What are you doing home at this time?" I faked a groan. "Bad guts. Something I ate, I think. You'll probably get it too! By the way, this is Joel and Craig, we're just watching the game." Lydia smiled sweetly at the two lads. "Hello, guy's. I'm going to get changed, pour me one of those will you darling? Maybe it'll fend off the bug you've got! I smiled as my wife slipped her shoes off and padded up the stairs. Just what I'd hoped she'd say! I poured another good measure into a tumbler and slipped the two pills into the glass. They fizzed a little as I stirred the drink and quickly dissolved leaving no colour and, I hoped, no extra taste. Lydia returned a few minutes later and, taking the proffered drink, settled back on the sofa with me. I could see both Craig and Joel were quite animated; shifting nervously in their seats and trying to concentrate on the TV. We had come so far now, I hoped they wouldn't blow it! After ten more minutes, Lydia put her hand to her head. "Damn! You know, Mike, I think you were right. I'm feeling a little dizzy now, perhaps I am coming down with this food bug." It was working. Now to put my plan into action. Pulling my wife closer to me I put my arm around her and stroked her hair. "Mmmm...that feels nice, darling." she whispered. I stroked her blonde hair down over her shoulders. Slowly...slowly...allowing her to become accustomed to my touch. I watched her eyes close and heard a sigh escape her lips as my hand fell gently to her breast and gave it a little squeeze. I felt the nipple react under her blouse and realised that she had not worn a bra. Lydia giggled but made no attempt to stop me. I played with the nipple a little more feeling it harden beneath my fingers. "Ohhh, Mike," she whispered again and giggled. "We've got company!" "Don't worry about them," I said quietly, "They are more interested in the game than this!" Getting a little bolder, I flicked two buttons on the front of her blouse and slid my hand inside to cover her breast. I felt her tense as she felt my touch on her bare skin and then visibly relax. She sighed. Her eyes were still closed and if I were not much mistaken, I was certain that I noticed her stocking clad legs relax and fall open just a little. As I groped both breasts, I looked over at the lads. No longer interested in the game they were openly staring at my wife's exposed tits with longing. I checked that Lydia's eyes were still closed and then signalled Joel and Craig to join us. Gently I removed my hands and watched as two black pairs took their place on my wife's tits. I heard her moan as she sensed the extra attention, but she seemed unable to open her eyes. "What..what's going..on?" her voice sounded faint and slurred and she made no attempt to stop anything that was happening. "Just a little payback, dear!" I spoke softly into her ear. "If I have to know that you're sleeping with other men, then I'm going to select them for you!" "But..but..bu....." Lydia's feeble complaint's was quickly curtailed as Joel pressed his lips against hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She reacted quickly and responded by opening her lips and allowing the intrusion willingly. Her hand went to the back of his head and teased the tight black curly hair as she seemed to pull his head closer. Encouraged by the fact that the doctored drink was obviously working, Craig and I went to work on her clothes. Carefully, I popped the rest of the buttons on her blouse and removed it completely while my black assistant fumbled with the zipper on the back of my wife's short skirt. Lydia was gasping and sucking on Joel's tongue, obviously lost in a world of her own and not really caring that she was being systematically stripped. When her skirt and blouse were lying discarded on the carpet, I indicated to Craig that he should now remove her panties. Craig looked very excited and I could see a large, tell-tale bulge in his jeans as he hooked his thumbs into the waist-band of my wife's underwear and began tugging them over her rounded bottom. Lydia and Joel were still kissing passionately and I arched an eyebrow in semi-surprise as I saw her lift her hips from the sofa to allow her panties to be removed. I looked on as their tongues entwined in a smooth ballet of lust and Lydia let her legs fall open to expose her clean shaved pussy. Craig looked at me as if requesting my permission and I nodded my willing consent with a smile and a laugh. Craig was immediately on his knees and had his head between my wife's thighs. She Gasped loudly as she felt his long, pink tongue make contact with her pussy. I could see that she was already moist and she spread her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he began to eat her out. Happy that things were going according to plan, I replaced my hands on her breasts and pebble-like nipples and began to tug and squeeze at the tight buds. Joel and Lydia broke their embrace with a breathless gasp, and Joel immediately began to fumble with his zipper. Lydia's hands reached out blindly as a massive penis sprung out and she grasped his shaft eagerly, pulling it towards her open mouth. Joel sighed contentedly as my wife drew his length in between her lips, struggling with the size. She coughed and choked as she forced him into her mouth and I wondered for a brief moment if she could open wide enough to allow him to enter completely. But Lydia was an accomplished cock-sucker and, after licking all around the thick, mushroom shaped head and widening her jaw as far as it would go, she was finally able to accept the first three inches of his weapon into her hot mouth. I watched, fascinated as her hips began to bounce up and down on the sofa as Craig's expert tongue brought her closer towards climax. She groaned around the thick tool in her mouth and arched her back deeply pushing her tits further into my hands. I could feel the buds of her nipples hot and hard under my fingers and pinched them cruelly. The added stimulation sent Lydia reeling over the edge of orgasm and her whole body tensed as the climax washed over her in waves of pleasure. And then it was Craig's turn. In an instant his pants were off and his swollen, turgid penis released. With Lydia's legs still draped over his shoulders, he kneeled up, lifting her until the tip of his cock was in a direct line with the entrance to her dripping, open cunt. He positioned himself carefully, his hand guiding the solid weapon and sweeping it deliciously through the damp folds of her pink labia. Lydia still seemed to be cumming; the spasm's of her orgasm causing her body to twitch and jump involuntarily. And then, suddenly with a deep lunge, Craig was inside her. Lydia screamed out as she was so forcefully penetrated her mouth forming a wide "O" and allowing Joel to pump yet another few inches of meat into her throat. The two black studs began to fuck both of her holes wildly. Their strokes were deep and masterful and they filled each end of her body alternately with thick, black meat. Lydia did as much as she could to stay in the game; beating a tattoo with her heels on Craig's back as he pile-drove her pussy, but ultimately, they were the ones that were in control - she was just there to be used by them and she knew it! As the tempo of the assault increased in intensity, I could see that Joel was close to cumming. His eyes were tight shut and he was pumping his tool vigorously into my wife's throat. He groaned suddenly. I knew that this was it and, as he pulled his massive penis from the confine's of Lydia's mouth he began to ejaculate thickly over her face. His hand flew up and down his shaft as he encouraged the sperm out of his balls. Lydia's face was awash; thick, creamy jism splashed into her eyes and mouth and matted her blonde hair in streaks. And then, just as his friend was smearing the last trails of his cum across her face, Craig pulled out of my wife's abused and open cunt and began to unload his heavy balls over her belly. The force of his climax was amazing and the quantity equally impressive. Jet after jet of semen alighted from the tip of his cock and managed to reach as far up her body as her tits. I was still plucking her red, swollen nipples and one spurt landed on the back of my hand. Turning my hand over, I wiped the sticky fluid off with a handful of her hair. "Just you to go then!" Craig said to me as he moved away from my wife's exhausted body. "Give it to her, man! She fucking loves it!" I knew exactly what I was going to do and, ignoring her faint plea's, I quickly turned her over so that she was kneeling on the floor and bent over the seat of the sofa. "Give me a hand lads?" I said quickly, "time to fuck her in the ass!" Craig and Joel seemed well pleased at my suggestion and, holding Lydia down with one hand each, they used their other hands to spread apart her upturned buttocks. My cock was out in a flash and I shuffled forward on my knees behind her. I didn't want to waste time, but I knew that I had to lube her up a bit first. I spat on my fingers and inserted two straight into her rectum. Lydia gasped and moaned a little but still pushed herself back onto my fingers, obviously enjoying the feel of my digits in her ass. A few seconds more of twisting and widening and I knew that she was ready. I delayed no longer and, with a groan, stuffed my small (in comparison to the two lads') cock deep into her anus. Lydia cried out, but it seemed more a cry of pleasure than of pain and encouraged by this, I began to fuck her hard and fast. The tightness and glorious friction that my wife's back door afforded me ensured that I would not last long inside her and with a few more eager thrusts I knew that I was about to cum hard. After the way she looked when the two lad's covered her with their cum, I knew that she had enjoyed it so, pulling out of her tight ass with a plop, I jerked myself off until I felt my sperm rushing up from my balls. I came hard. Very hard, and unloaded a good deal of creamy jism onto her buttocks. I watched in awed fascination as the viscous liquid oozed and trickled down between her butt cheeks and over her still open asshole. I was completely spent but had enjoyed every second. "Jesus, Mike!" gasped Lydia after the lads had left, "Sometimes I wonder what you would do if I actually WAS having an affair! And what the hell were those pills this time? They made the scotch taste horrible!" I laughed, my breathing still ragged and short. "Just sugar tablets, honey! And don't you dare even think about a real affair, It's as much as I can do to keep thinking up revenge plans for your pretend adultery! God know's what devious schemes I would have to invent if it were for REAL!" On unsteady legs Lydia walked over to the air vent and removed the tape from the camera. She chuckled as she waved it at me, her heavy, swollen breasts jiggling as she did. "Another nice movie to add to our collection," she said with a wicked grin, "Let's watch this one now and we can start planning your next "revenge"! I wonder if it would work the other way round. How do you think a wife would get revenge on a cheating husband?" We laughed and laughed as the tape began to play. But the idea had possibilities - didn't it? Revenge of the Cuckold This story was written after I read a story in which a man was humiliated by his wife's arrogant lover, a man called Mr. Big Dick. I didn't like the wimp response of the husband in the original story, so I wrote my own. To the author of the other story I apologize, for not remembering the story name or yours. I believe you needn't have read the other story to have this one make sense. The story contains murder, oral, bondage, vaginal and anal sex, betrayal and revenge. That in no way is to convey that I personally approve of, condone, or participate in any of those activities. This is FICTION. * I wired my driveway with a video system so when her boyfriend visited I would have evidence, and his license plate number. I also wired every room in the house with video and audio. The recording system was mounted up in the rafters of the garage in a box marked Xmas ornaments. As usual I worked every day and didn't check on the system after the first day. At the end of the first week I did check it and found that the system worked great. On Tuesday I had been told to be home on Friday night as Mr. Big Dick was coming over and he wanted me to suck him before he fucked my wife again. He seemed quite sure that I would do just as he asked. However, he made a mistake. He visited my house on Tuesday and left me all the information I needed on video. He drove a Subaru Forester and it was last years. I have access to the DMV data base so I looked up Mr. Big Dick. The data base gave me an address. I drove by and saw the Subaru in the driveway of a run down shack of a house. It sat between two warehouses in the industrial part of town. About two hundred yards from the house there were twenty or so cars in a parking lot for a manufacturer. I parked in the lot where I could observe the house and his car. During that week I discovered that he worked at home. He got three deliveries from UPS and two from FedEx during the week. No visitors. This was great. To give myself an alibi for my time I had projected a picture of me sitting at my computer on the wall of my office. The blinds were open a bit and I knew that the guy across the street looked in on me often. The projection was of a computer file that had me get up and walk off screen (out of view) at random times. On Friday Mr. Big Dick called my office. All my calls to my office rang on my cell as well. I answered from just down the street from his house. "I'm leaving for your house in about fifteen minutes wimp! You better be there and tied to the chair when I arrive." "Oh, yes Sir." I said, making my voice sound as frail as I could. "I'll be there for you. I'm just leaving now." He hung up laughing. Fifteen minutes later he came out of his house and drove off. I waited five minutes and took my bag and went to his house. I entered through the back door, which was easy to pick. The lock was old and scratched. Inside it took me three minutes to find the tape and the three copies he had made. Then I went into the kitchen and turned off the pilot light on the stove and the hot water heater. I was wearing gloves. I walked back to my car and drove away. I hadn't seen a single human being. I drove to a spot where I could see my own home. His car was in the drive and there were two other cars parked out front. I called his cell. It rang four times before he answered. "Hello." "Oh, you got to my home before I did. I'm so sorry. Since it's taking me a bit longer to get home than we anticipated why don't you fuck someone else while you wait?" "I'm boning your wife right now!" He laughed. "I'll have a sloppy cock for you to clean when you get here. If you aren't here by the time I'm done fucking your old lady I'm going to internet publish the film of you sucking me off while your wife watched." "Then I request you take your time and each fuck her. I'm having some trouble with my car and it will be some time before I can get there." "Take a cab if you have to!" He hung up. I got out of my car and changed the right rear tire. I used a rock to pound an old rusty nail into the tire I had removed. An hour later I saw him walk out of the house and get into his car. I followed him. Just before he turned onto the street where he lived he lit a cigarette. I picked up the disposable cell phone I had purchased on Tuesday and called 911. When the operator answered I said, "I feel terrible about what I did! I ruined a man's life. I'm not fit to live!" The operator did her best to get my name and address. As Mr. Big Dick got out of his car I said, "Comstock Street," and hung up. Mr. Big Dick opened the front door with his cigarette hanging from his lip. He inhaled. The gas in the house ignited and not only blew up the house but blew up Mr. Big Dick. His body lay in the yard smoldering for the eight minutes it took for the fire trucks and ambulance to arrive. The EMT's attended to Mr. Big Dick for less than a minute and covered the body. The house was a total loss. I drove home. The two buddies of Mr. Big Dick were gone. My wife was on our bed covered in cum and asleep. I apologized for being late and asked her to please call Mr. Big Dick and apologize to him as well. I told her that I wanted her to go shopping and buy some sexy stuff to wear next time he came over to fuck her. I also volunteered to clean up the bedroom and do the laundry. She thanked me for forgiving her for needing his Big Dick and for accepting my new role. When she called she got a recording saying that there was a problem with the line. She showered and dressed, telling me she would stop over at his house and talk to him on her way shopping. I kissed her on the cheek as she headed for the door. I changed clothes and went to my office. I cleaned up the projector and the entire alibi creating evidence and sat at my desk for about twenty minutes. As I left I waved at the guy across the street and he smiled and waved back. When I got home my wife's car was parked at an odd angle in the driveway. I parked behind her and went into the house. I could hear her crying in our bedroom. She was face down on our bed when I entered. "Honey, what's wrong?" She kept crying. I asked again, "Honey, what's wrong?" "He's dead! I told that man not to smoke in his house but he did it anyway and there was a gas leak." "Are you sure he's dead? Maybe the house just caught fire. Maybe he wasn't home." "He was home! A fireman told me the body was blown away from the house and it's already at the morgue." "Oh Honey, I'm sorry! I know you really liked fucking him." She sobbed into her pillow for a while and I went into my computer and did some stuff. I used headsets to listen to the local police band radio until I heard that the death had been ruled a suicide. Seems Mr. Big Dick had called in his suicide note. An hour later two police sedans parked out front. Two uniformed officers and two detectives came to the door. I let them in. "Mr. Downs we are from the Police. Can we speak with you?" I let them in and as I motioned for them to sit they asked if my wife was home. I said yes and went to get her. "Honey, the police are here and they want to speak to you." She went into the bathroom and washed her face and then came with me into the living room. "I apologize for how I look. I've been crying." An hour of soft questioning and they had the story of her infidelity and her infatuation with Mr. Big Dick. They knew how I had been blackmailed and how I had given in to it so I could keep my wife. They knew I had been at work as they had already been there and had talked to the guy across the street. They also knew about the two others who were involved. They thanked us for our cooperation and left. I let Martha sit on the couch and cry. Eventually she leaned over and cried herself to sleep lying on the couch. I let her sleep there. I knew that anything I did to her would immediately have them look at me as a suspect in the death of Mr. Big Dick, so I did nothing. Martha treated me like a king for forgiving her. She did a better job of paying attention to me, of keeping the house clean, and of being sexually available. I had always considered myself a kind and gentle lover but having witnessed her love of being fucked hard and deep I began doing so. Every time we fucked she told me how wonderful I was and how much she loved being fucked by me. What I heard were the squeals and screams that she made while Mr. Big Dick fucked her in my bed. Six weeks after his death I told Martha to take Friday off and we would do something special. I didn't tell her what. On that special Friday morning I told her to wear a summer dress and shoes she could walk in easily. She did. As we drove in the car she had no idea where we were going or what I had in the day pack in the back seat. I drove for two hours and parked at a trail head up in the mountains. The sign at the trail head said, "Cougar Loop Trail 18 miles." Martha took one look at that and said, "I can't hike 18 miles!" "Sweetheart, the picnic bench is less than a mile. You can go that far." I took her hand, hoisted the pack onto my back and off we went. The trail was almost gone. It didn't get much use. There were sections that washed out almost every time it rained. I remembered this trail from when I was a boy and it hadn't changed for the better. There were really pretty vistas along the trail and Martha relaxed and enjoyed the walk. When she saw the picnic table she really liked it and the view from it. It gave us a view of the snow capped mountains about fifty miles away and the farmlands between us and those mountains. We sat for a few minutes and looked. She took my hand and smiled at me. I waited before I spoke. "Martha, do you trust me?" "Of course I do." "And you like having fun?" "Yes. What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking I'd like to have sex with you on this table. Outdoor sex!" "You never wanted that before." "I've changed. We've both changed. Let's do it!" I stood and started getting undressed. Martha watched me for a few seconds and then she stood and pulled the dress up and over her head. She looked around and finding what she wanted hung the dress over the branch of a nearby tree. She looked quite cute in her matching strapless bra and panties. The dress was a yellow print and the bar and panties were a very good color match. I was down to shoes and socks only. I took her in my arms and kissed her, removing the bra as I did. She returned the kiss and held on to my hardening cock. A few kisses and strokes later I picked her up and sat her on the end of the table. "Oh you are so strong," she said. "All the better to ravish you, my dear!" We both laughed. I pushed her gently onto her back with her legs hanging over the end of the table. I reached into the pack and got two ropes. I went up to her head and kissed her again. During the kiss I took both her wrists and held them together. When I ended the kiss I suddenly tied her wrists together. "What are you doing?" She sat up and her eyes flashed alarm. I pushed her back down on the table and said, "We are going to play a little game. You remember our little games don't you? Remember when you tied me up? It's your turn." "No, Honey. I don't want to be tied up. I just want to fuck you. Please, just fuck me." I pushed a rope through the space between the boards on the table top next to her neck. The other end I pushed through the slats on the other side of her neck. I tied those ends together under the table. They were too snug for her to get loose but not tight enough to hurt her. "Are you comfortable?" I asked. "I don't like this. Please let me go." "The game has just begun. You like games. I'll bet you are wet right now." I reached into her slit and brought back a very wet finger. I stuck it in her mouth and asked, "Do you like the taste of your own pussy, Martha?" She sucked my fingers and said, "Yes." I went over to my clothes and got dressed. She asked me why I was getting dressed. I didn't answer her but it was because I didn't want to get sunburned. "Martha, I'm going to untie your wrists. Do not fight me at all. It will hurt much worse if you do." "Please don't hurt me. I love you. Please untie me." "I'm tired of listening to you beg and plead. The next time you speak anything except thank you or a request for more I will hurt you." She looked at me but didn't speak. "Much better." I untied her wrists and then tied one wrist with the rope. I hung that arm over the side of the table and told her to hold it right there. I walked around the table and sat down, reaching under the table and getting hold of the rope. I tied it to her other wrist. She had some freedom of movement of her arms, but it was very limited, limited to movement under the table. I got two more ropes from the pack. I tied each to her legs at the knee. I lifted her right leg and opened it away from her centerline, tying the rope around the bench so her legs could not close. I did the same to her left leg. She could move her legs from the knee to the ankles but she could not close them. She pussy was right at the edge of the table. "Martha, would you like me to play with your pussy?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Master." "See, you're getting into our game. Very good." I used my fingers to tease her open lips and spread her juices all over her pussy. She pumped her legs and moaned, telling me how good what I was doing felt. I stopped. "Please don't stop." I reached back from her pussy and slapped it hard. She screamed and tried to lift her head. "I told you what would happen if you begged or complained. Now you know I meant it." I went back to teasing her pussy. Whenever she started to shake I stopped. That shake was her signal that she was close to having an orgasm. She moaned and groaned when I stopped but she didn't beg or complain. After she had almost orgasmed a dozen times she was covered in sweat and her breathing was ragged. I reached into the pack again and brought out a new toy, one Marsha had never seen before. "Marsha, what was it you liked so much about you lover's body?" "What?" "You remember him, don't you?" He's the guy you had me suck. What was it you liked about his body?" "His cock," she said softly. "I have one of those. What was it about his that you liked so much?" "His size." "Was he smaller than me?" "No." "Longer than me?" "Yes." "Bigger around?" "Yes." "So, what you liked was that he filled your cunt more than I do. Is that right?" "Yes, but he didn't love me." "He did fill you though, didn't he?" "Yes," again the whisper. I wet the butt plug with her own juices and the rubbed it against her pucker. The instant she felt it touch her ass she said, "No!" I stopped and moved away from the end of the table. I reached out and slapped her breasts. I stood at the head of the table and slapped each from the side. Then I covered her mouth while she screamed. When she quit I released my hand and she gasped for breath. I went back to my work. "If you can relax this will go in easier, but relaxed or tearing it is going in your ass. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I lubed it again and touched it to her pucker. Martha took a deep breath and exhaled. As she did I forced the plug into her ass. We had used a small plug a couple of times before and Martha had complained that it was uncomfortable. This plug was bigger. "Do you feel full Martha? Does it feel like it did when he fucked your ass?" "Oh God, I am so full! I am more full, Honey. Thank you." I took off my clothes again and climbed onto the table facing the top of her head. My cock was about half hard and I presented it to her mouth. She opened and sucked it in. I wondered how strange it must feel not being able to move with a cock in her mouth and her eyes covered by my balls. Martha sucked and used her tongue on me. I leaned forward and put two fingers into her open pussy. We established a coordinated effort. As I pushed into her cunt with my fingers she sucked harder on my cock. I was enjoying the feelings. As I felt her body begin to shake I stopped touching her cunt and I pulled out of her mouth. She didn't make a sound. I smiled and went back to her ass. "Martha, do you want me to fuck you with this plug in your ass or do you want me to remove it?" "I don't care! I just want you to fuck me!" "Was that begging?" Her eyes shot wide open and she said, "No, Master that was only a suggestion." "Good. That almost hurt. Get ready. I'm going to pull the plug." What Martha didn't know was that as soon as this plug came out I was putting a bigger one it it's place. I grabbed the plug in her ass with my right hand and twisted and pulled with ever increasing pressure. When she released it into my hand her ass stayed open. I lifted the new plug with my left hand and shoved it in. Martha took in a big breath and passed out. A few seconds later she came to and said, "Oh God Honey, That's so big it hurts all the time." "Good." I stepped a bit closer and touched my cock to her lips, her cunt lips. Very slowly I entered her cunt. She made noises and squirmed as much as her restraints would allow. When I hit bottom she groaned. I pulled back and began fucking her hard and harder. I reminded myself that this was not about love. This was not about fun, joy, or pleasure. This was me saying good-bye to the hopes and dreams and all the things that I thought we had before Mr. Big Dick showed me what was really important to her. She came and screamed. She passed out again and I didn't care. I pulled out of her pussy and pulled the plug from her ass. Before it tightened again I pushed my cock inside and stroked myself into her ass until I came. As I came in her ass she came to. "Oh my God, You're in my ass!" I pulled out and shoved the plug back in. She almost passed out again. I walked to the head of the table and climbed up. "Open wide Honey, you're going to clean me up." "You were in my ass!" "And if you do a good job cleaning me up I won't be shoving your shit up into your pussy when I fuck you again!" Martha's mouth opened and I fucked her mouth while she sucked and licked me clean. I gave her plenty of time to do a good job. When I was clean I got off the table and untied her legs. I helped her to flex them and get her feeling back. Then I asked her if she wanted to have her arms untied yet. She agreed that would feel good. While I untied her arms I also untied the rope at her neck. I flipped her over so she was face down and I tied her arms together again. Two friends had been standing just a little ways away. I had asked them not to join us until Martha was tied face down. They came to the table with both men stroking their cocks. I introduced Martha to them as Jack and Joe. I told them that I wasn't enough for Martha, she needed more than me. I asked them if they would be willing to help Martha get enough man. Jack answered by shoving his hard cock into Martha from behind. He was not gentle. Joe pulled her face to the edge of the table and shoved his log into her face. She took it. About every fifth stroke Jack twisted the butt plug. Martha moaned and groaned. When Jack came he slapped Martha's ass hard. She came too. Joe pulled out and came all over her face and hair. At my request she cleaned both men. I told her to sit on the bench with her legs wide open. She did. I picked up her shoes and gave them to her. Her dress I shoved in the pack along with the ropes and other toys. She watched my every move but said nothing. All packed I sat next to her. Joe and Jack sat behind her on the other side of the table. "Martha, this is a very important conversation we are going to have. Do you want to stay married to me?" "Yes, I do." Revenge of the Cuckold "Do you freely admit that you disrespected me and our marriage in the past?" "Yes, I did." "Are you tied or restrained in any way at this moment?" "No." "I'm going to tell you the conditions of being married to me. You will keep my house clean. You will bring in at least two thousand dollars a month to the household and will give me every dollar you earn. You will never wear panties again. You will fuck, suck or do whatever I ask you to do anytime, anywhere. You will never fuck or suck or touch another man without me telling you to do so. You will never initiate sex with me or anyone. Do you agree to these terms?" Long seconds passed and finally she said, "Yes." Jack produced a five copy document and a pen. He put both on the table. "Honey, turn around. On the table before you is an agreement, made in addition to our marriage. It specifies in legal language what you just agreed to. I want you to sign it." Martha looked at the three men sitting at the table with her. They were calm, dressed and smiling. All three had their cum oozing out of her as they sat there. "May I ask a question?" "Certainly." "What if I won't sign?" "I can tell you that if you won't or don't sign the marriage is over. Jack has another document that is a divorce. You can sign that or the document before you. It is your decision. We aren't going anywhere until your signature is on one of these documents. She looked at the paper before her. She thought long and hard. She picked up the pen and signed. Jack folded the papers and put them in a pocket of his vest. He and Joe stood up. I helped Martha up from the table. I put on the pack and took her hand. As we walked away from the picnic table Martha said, "Am I going to walk all the way back to the car naked like this?" "Damn right you are. I want to show off my wife." We walked and were pretty quiet all the way back to the cars. Just as we got to the cars I asked Martha if she was thirsty. She said yes. I had her get on her knees and I pulled my dick from my shorts. I put it in her mouth and released my stream. Her eyes were wide and tears streamed down her cheeks but she swallowed as much as she could. When I finished Jack gave her his dick and his stream. Joe didn't piss in her mouth he pissed all over her tits, chest and legs. She didn't protest or put her hands up to protect herself. I opened the truck of the car and got a gallon bottle of water. I had her stand and I rinsed her from neck to toes. I gave her a small towel and she wiped herself mostly dry. I told her that when she sat in the car she should sit on the towel, we wouldn't want her to stain the seats. "Honey, there is a plug in my ass." "Pull it out. There is a little water left in the bottle and you can clean it with that." She did. I took the plug and put it in the pack. I did not take the dress out of the pack. She walked to my car and stood by the door. "No, No, Martha. You are going with Jack and Joe. Someone has to pay the legal bills for what we just did. It's going to be you." I turned to Jack and Joe. "Enjoy her, gentlemen. Please have her home in time for her to get cleaned up and get to work on time Monday morning.