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Becky's Revenge

By: LaffWithMe



Synopsis: FMM - This is a story that many women can identify with. David loves his wife Becky to give him oral but then refuses to kiss her after she sucks his cum. Well, if he doesn't like tasting his own cum, I wonder how he will like tasting the cum of some other men. Sweet revenge.

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It's funny how we sometimes allow things to bother us for a long time without doing anything about it. Then, for some reason, we just suddenly decide to respond to the problem. Sometimes we respond in a way that had never occurred to us until that fateful moment.

This is my account of just such an event. By the way, I'm Becky Ann Mills. I've been married to David for five years. I met him when I was seventeen and he was twenty-two. We were married the summer after I graduated from high school.

This story probably begins on our fourth or fifth date, whenever it was that I first sucked his cock. But the real nitty gritty happened just last Saturday.

  ***

We were getting ready to go to a party at his boss's house. I was trying on a few outfits and as usual David was pressing me to wear something sexy. He was lying on the bed naked and I began teasing him a little as I changed outfits. I was feeling a little bit horny and was encouraged when I saw his cock move and thicken slightly as I peeled off a blouse. I slipped out of my bra and panties and snuggled in next to him.

I began kissing him. My tongue swished into his mouth and demanded attention. I love deep wet tongue kisses and soon had his tongue responding to my demands. I have small breasts but quite firm with small nipples that become quite hard when excited. I rolled on top of him and rubbed my hard tits against his chest as we kissed long and deep. My thigh rode against his cock. I felt it, semi-soft at first, squeezed against my warm flesh.

I continued kissing him and gently rubbed my thigh into his cock, pressing his meat between my thigh and his. He began to stiffen; I could feel his cock move as it became erect. He pulled me up so that my tits were available for his mouth. As he began softly chewing on my nipples, I caressed his now hard cock with my leg. As I did this, I also managed to rub my cunt up and down his hipbone.

I pushed my tits away from his nibbling lips, pushed my body down so that my pussy met his hard cock. Sitting up, astride his body, I reached down to direct his hard cock into my pussy. The rubbing had made my juices flow and I was quite wet. I rubbed the head of his cock up and down my wet slit pressing it against my still little clit on each rub. When he felt the head of his cock meet the moist lips of my cunt he pushed up. His cock quickly buried in the wet tunnel. We fell into a practiced rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my cunt, his hands now massaging my hard nipples.

I bent forward and once again buried my tongue in his mouth. Sloppy and wet, my tongue fucked in and out of his mouth as his cock fucked in and out of my cunt. I moved my kisses down his neck, then nibbled on his nipples. His hands gently pressed me downward. His cock plopped out of my pussy and I felt the wet hardness drag across my tummy as he forced my lips downward.

My lips met the sticky wet head of his cock. My tongue licked around the crown, tasting my cunt juice on his shaft. Opening my mouth, I sucked in the warm meat, licking it round and round. Cupping his balls in my hand, I buried his shaft deep in my throat. Then I brought my mouth up the shaft, letting my tongue dance over the ridges. It wasn't long before I felt his balls tense, then felt the warm cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed quickly as each little burst of cum pumped out.

His cock softened and I moved up kissing my way back to his face. Then as usual, when I got to his lips, he turned away. That's when it happened, I finally got pissed

'Goddamn it David! You do that all the time. It's your damn cum in my mouth. It's not going to kill you to kiss me. Shit!'

'Becky, Becky. Take it easy. It's not that. Well not exactly. I mean I just don't feel like kissing afterwards, that's all.'

'Bullshit! I do all kinds of shit for you. Just to please you. You think shaving my pussy is my idea? You think I like that damn itching when it grows back? You think I like that damn push up bra that bites into my tits? Hah! You think I like sucking cock?'

Well, actually I do like sucking cock, but damn if I would admit it to him.

And on it went for a half-hour or more. We finally stopped battling and went to the party.

  ***

I guess I didn't realize how angry I was but a few drinks into the party I found I was still fuming. Then Dave's boss came nosing around. He's always after me and Dave just laughs it off and says 'be nice'. It didn't take too long before Mr. Barns is asking me to dance and I'm out on the floor with his hand on my ass doing a slow dance. But tonight I figure what the hell, give the old fart a treat. So I let him pull my ass forcing my cunt hard against his crotch. I lean into him and give him the full benefit of my little b-cup tits. He's a little more drunk than I am but I soon feel the bulge in his pants.

He makes a few suggestive remarks about how hot I am. That's when the alcohol in my brain makes contact with the spite in my heart. That's when I decide it's time for a little revenge.

'Damn Becky, you don't know how much I've looked forward to a chance to dance with you.'

'Oh, I think I'm getting a feeling of how much you enjoy dancing', I giggled into his ear. To make sure he understands, I push myself hard against the stiff cock in his pants. I see him looking around to see if anyone is watching us. 'I saw your wife out on the patio and David's busy talking over there, if that's who you're looking for.'

His face flushes slightly and he moves away from me just a bit. 'Ah, uh, no. Just seems a little to open here for us to be...er, so close.'

'That's OK, it's just that you're such a good dancer. Anyway, I'm kinda feeling to warm and I got to go pee. Maybe you can show me where a bathroom is and someplace cool.'

As soon as we were out of the room and walking down the hallway he slipped his arm around my waist then slid his hand down onto my ass.

'Becky, you're so solid. You must workout everyday.' His hand pressed into the crack of my ass, squeezing one cheek of my butt, his little finger digging deeper into me.

'Paul! Stop that. You're making me awfully horny. What if someone sees us?' At the entrance to the bathroom I reach down and rub the hard lump in his pants, 'ummm, and you seem pretty solid yourself.'

'Oh, Jesus, you really are a hot little girl.' as he pushed me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. His hand pulled my dress up enough to allow him to rub my pussy through my panties. He began kissing me.

I rubbed and pushed his hard cock forcing it over to one side. I could now rub the length of it through his pants, could feel the short shaft and the wide head.

He was panting now, almost shaking. 'Oh shit, oh god. Take my cock out. Let's do it. Now. Right here. Your pussy feels so hot I've just got to get in you.'

'I can't.' as I found his zipper. 'I really want to, but I just think fucking would be unfair to David.'

'Shit Becky, people do it all the time. C'mon, your cunt is so wet and hot.' His finger was now past my panties and plunging in and out of my cunt.

I worked his cock out of his pants. I looked down at it as I wrapped my hand around it. It was not very long but had a very large mushroom shaped head. It was oozing pre-cum. I rubbed my thumb over the piss hole, then stroked the pre-cum around the fat head. I slipped my finger along the ridge of the head. It was very high. 'Oh Paul, it's so big and hard. I really wish I could feel that big thick head pushing into my wet pussy.'

'Ohhh, oh shit. Do it Becky. Please.' I thought he was going to cum right there.

'How about if I just suck it for you?'

'Oh damn, anything hon. Yes! Suck it!'

I kneeled down, stuck my tongue out to taste the tip of his cock. As soon as my lips were close to his warm meat, he lurched forward with his hands on the back of my head. His cock rammed into my mouth. I cradled his balls in one hand and could feel the tension. He was close. I bobbed my head back and forth, running his cock in and out of my tight lips. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock. Then bang! I felt the warm fluid squirt into my mouth. One squirt, two squirts. Not much. I sucked and licked the last drops from his cock, swirling the warm cum around my mouth before I swallowed it.

I stood, pulled my dress down, glanced in the mirror to see if I looked OK. Mr. Barns collapsed on the toilet, a groan of pleasure. 'Damn, you're good. Maybe we can have lunch next week.'

'No! No I can't do that. I never cheated before and I shouldn't have now. I mean, it was nice but I can't do this again.' I rushed out of the bathroom. Hurried back to find David still talking.

'Hi honey. Still talking that boring talk? Give me a dance lover.' I pulled him onto the floor, wrapped my arms around him, and gave him a big wet kiss. Yes! Buried my tongue in his mouth. Sucked his tongue back into mine.

'Becky, you've been drinking too much. I can smell the booze on our breath.'

'Oh hon, just cause I feel like kissing my hubby doesn't mean I'm drunk.' I kissed him again, working my tongue in and out of his mouth. I was enjoying knowing that I had just sucked a cock and now he was kissing me. It felt even better than I'd imagined. The only thing missing was that he didn't even notice. I decided that maybe he needed a second shot.

This time I did the choosing. I noticed a nice looking guy standing by himself at the punch bowl.

'Hi, are you serving punch?'

'Huh, oh yeah, I guess so since I'm standing here.' he laughed. 'I was just looking for a friendly face. I just started working for the company, so don't know to many people.'

'Well, I'm Becky. My husband David over there has been with them for three years.' But he's too busy talking shop to dance with me.'

'Do you think he'd be upset if I asked you to dance?' I could see his eyes wander over my body, checking out the cleavage my push-up bra gave me.

'He doesn't care, probably forgotten I came with him. Let me down this drink.'

As we began to dance, he was cautious, not pressing too closely, making small talk. As he spoke I noticed his eyes looked past my face down into my dress at my tits.

'You know, I'm sort of flattered.' I looked up coyly.

'What do you mean?'

'Well, uh...never mind. It's embarrassing.'

'No, no. Please. I'm very understanding. Why should you be embarrassed?'

'Well, I'm just flattered that I notice you admiring my breasts. I've always hated being so small.'

'Yikes! Now I'm the one who's embarrassed. I didn't mean to be so obvious. Becky, your breasts certainly don't look small to me. They're just about perfect.'

'Yeah, thanks to this push-up bra. It helps but the damn thing bites me sometimes.' I laughed up at him, as he now made no attempt to hide his gaze at my tits. Also I felt him pull closer to me, well at least his crotch now pressed into me. 'Is anyone looking?'

'No, why?'

'I just need to push this bra down a bit.' I slipped my hand into my top, pulled the dress and cup away from my tit pretending to adjust it. I cupped my tit in my hand, my nipple clearly in view. I looked up to see his eyes taking in the view of my round breast and hard nipple. I massaged my tit a little before removing my hand. 'Now that's embarrassing. You men just don't appreciate what we women go through to look nice for you.'

This little show worked wonders for his cock. I felt the soft member harden in his pants. He pressed into me gently. I returned the pressure. 'Oh my, did I do that?'

'Becky, you know damn well you did that. Forgive me, but you know it's really not fair to get a guy so damned hard when he knows that it won't do him any good.'

'I'm sorry. You're right. I guess I've had a little too much to drink and am getting a little silly. If it's any consolation, you're having the same effect on me. God my nipples are so hard right now. I'm just wondering if you're as big as you feel.'

'Becky, don't be a tease... Let's find a quiet place and do what we both want.'

'No. I can't. I really can't. Dave and I promised each other that we wouldn't have sex with anyone else. But I do have to pee. How about walking me down to the bathroom.'

There I was on my second trip to the bathroom. I was beginning to enjoy this little charade. Poor Tom was being the gentleman. He didn't put his arm around me, didn't grab my ass. The poor fool really believed my innocent story.

'I'd feel a little worse about this except I'm sure that a good looking guy like you gets plenty of women.'

'Thanks, wish it were true. I guess I'm a little bit too shy. I'd still be standing by that punch bowl if you hadn't come along.'

'Oh poor baby.' I pulled his face down and kissed his cheek, then hugged him, pulling his face onto my tits. I gently rocked my tits back and forth against his face. When I released him, I looked at his crotch, which once again was bulging out. 'Oh sweetie, look at what I've done again. Maybe I can just rub it for you a little, will that help?'

He was wearing light tan pants. I could see the outline of his cock very clearly. My fingers traced around the outline of his shaft then felt the head. I rubbed my index finger around the head as he groaned. Soon a wet spot formed on his pants at the tip of his cock. His pre-cum was seeping through.

'Oh dammit. You're driving me nuts, you know that don't you.' as he started rubbing the tops of my tits. He worked his hand inside my bra. His fingers found my nipple. 'God you've got nice nipples.' as he pinched the nipple hard, very hard, between his finger and thumb.

'Maybe I can just suck you. That won't be like fucking so maybe that will be OK. Do you want that?' I asked.

I pulled him into the bathroom, his hand still inside my bra, still squeezing my tit. I undid his belt, unsnapped his pants, and pulled down the zipper. As his pants opened up I saw a mass of black hair; he didn't have undershorts. No wonder his cock stood out so clearly. I spread his pants open slowly revealing his shaft pressed over to the side. Then I pulled down his pants, freeing the hard meat. It sprang out then bobbed up and down.

His cock was a little bit larger than David's. My hand fit nicely around it, leaving a nice mouthful at the end. His balls were huge; they hung down and swayed as I pumped his cock slowly. I squeezed the shaft and watched as the head turned a more purple color. A drop of pre-cum formed and I licked it off.

Then I began a slow, strong sucking. At first I just worked on the head while my hand stroked his shaft, feeling the veins pulsing. I twisted the tip of my tongue into the piss hole, then worked my tongue around the head.

He had both hands pushing into my bra, massaging my tits. My dress and bra were forced down until my tits were free. I felt them fall free of the clothing and moaned softly as he pulled my nipples, stretching my tits outward.

I released my grip on his cock, reached around and grabbed his ass. My fingers spread his ass cheeks as I drew him into my mouth. I began sucking him harder as he fucked my face. I pushed one finger into his asshole and slowly finger fucked his ass. I was aware of how hot his cock felt in my mouth. I savored the taste of the pre-cum that I was sucking from him.

His ass tightened. His asshole squeezed my finger. He groaned and began cumming in my mouth. The first load was large, shooting against my throat. I grabbed his cock again and began jerking him off as I sucked. He shot another spurt into my mouth. Then again and again. I held his cum in my mouth for awhile, swished it around to make sure my whole mouth was coated with his cum. Then I had to swallow.

He looked a little confused when I hurriedly straightened my clothes, pushed my tits back into my bra and darted out. There was no time to waste on him; I wanted my darling Dave, NOW.

I found Dave standing with another man in conversation. 'Hi baby, this is really turning out to be a fun party.' as I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a nice wet kiss. He automatically responded to my tongue in his mouth by returning a deep french kiss to me. I held him and continued kissing him, forcing the taste of Tom into him.

'Jesus Becky, slow down. What the hell have you been drinking, your mouth tastes of bad booze.'

I loved it! Damn, I loved it! But I shouldn't have swallowed the cum. I should have saved it. I should have brought him a nice mouthful of cum. Well maybe next time. Maybe? Ha! We'll see.

The End

[If you enjoyed this story and would like to say thanks - then please do. Or if you have had similar experiences, I'd love to hear of them. I'd also be interested in your gender and age (20's 30's etc.). If you care to tell me what you enjoy it will help me decide what topics to work on in the future.]

Becky's Revenge



Ted Franklin was a guy who had it all. In high school he was popular with the girls. He was taller than anyone else in his class. He had a dark complexion and raven colored hair. His eyes were as dark as coal. He had a perfect smile with dazzling white teeth. His hair had just enough curl in it so that could be worn in a casual, tossed look. He looked just as good after an hour in the wind as he did when he showed up for school.

Throughout high school he had dated Becky Thatcher. Becky could have easily been a spoiled brat. He father had inherited a small tool and die business and had built it into the largest manufacturing company in Watahoochee County. Becky was cute even before she was beautiful. She was tall, slender, and blonde, and she had developed through the years into a beautiful teenager when she caught Ted's eye. They started dating in the ninth grade.

Ted seemed to have it all. In addition to his natural looks, he also had tremendous athletic ability. In spite of his tall frame, he was quick on his feet, fast, and smart. He also had one of the best throwing arms the coach had ever seen. By his sophomore year, he had played starting quarterback.

At the end of Ted's junior year, all of Watahoochee County was talking state championship the next year. Then tragedy struck. Ted's mother died during the summer. Ted's father owned a small farm and struggled each year just to have enough crop and livestock to pay all the annual debts and get the farm a little closer to being paid off. Without his wife to help, it looked like Ted would have to work on the farm instead of playing football.

Becky's father, Nat Thatcher, rode out to see Ted's father. The next day Ted went to work at the factory, just summer work, a few hours after practice, no work on game days, and half a day on Saturday. The pay was worked out so that Ted's father was able to give Ted some spending money and to hire a worker full time. Football is almost a legend in the South, and no one questioned or even mentioned the unlikely relationship.

The team did indeed win the state championship, and Ted got a full scholarship to the state university. He was to have had the starting position on the university team in his junior year, but a freak knee accident during spring practice ended Ted's career. He came home to find Becky still waiting for him and to find that local pride and Mr. Thatcher's good favor secured him a good paying job.

Ted became the sales representative for Watacoochee Tool and Die, which was now called Thatcher Manufacturing. With Mr. Thatcher's ability to run his company, and with Ted's ability to charm and to sell, the business continued to grow. Somehow, Ted had gotten in with a government bid coordinator, and Thatcher Manufacturing seemed always to have two or three government projects under way, all of which payed extremely well. He and Becky were married within the year.

Becky knew that Ted, while at the university, had enjoyed flings with several girls on campus, and even some of the local girls at the state capital where the university was located. She had waited for Ted, seeing him on every trip home, but during that time he had treated her almost as a pit stop in his busy life. She was sure that things would be different now that they had married.

During the first year, Becky and Ted spent a lot of time together and went on trips together. Becky was the happiest she had ever been. By the end of the first year, however, things began to change. Ted mad more and more trips out of town, saying that he needed to do more selling. Although Becky had gnawing doubts about his truthfulness, she had no proof that he was lying, and the sales continued to soar. Still her frustration grew month by month.

Then Becky's father died, and Becky was devastated. Ted took over the Thatcher business and ran it well, but his time at home was less and less. Becky began to hear rumors about Ted and his out of town trips. Then she began to hear things about him and workers at the company. She noticed that some of her female friends either very obviously changed the topic or else became strangely silent when she came into the room.

Although Becky loved Ted, he always assured her that people spread rumors because of jealousy. And it was true, the company continued to grow, and Ted had decided that Thatcher Manufacturing was no longer prestigious enough and, as CEO, had changed the name to Trident Industries Southeast. It was an easy change. Although the company had gone public, Mr. Thatcher had reserved 60% of the stock so as to maintain both control and the 60% quorum necessary under the company's charter.

After one of Ted's frequent trips, Becky was removing the soiled laundry from Ted's suitcase and found a bra too small to have been hers. She remained silent. Over the next year, she found other incriminating signs of Ted's infidelity. They ranged from lipstick on his shirt and shorts to an occasional bra or panties mixed in with Ted's laundry.

Becky challenged Ted on the various items, but he always presented some excuse that would not have sounded plausible to most women, but Becky wasn't most women. In spite of Ted's philandering, she still loved him and thought that he would eventually be the husband he had promised to be.

Marriage was not what Becky had imagined. They had moved into her father's huge home with all its grandeur and elaborate furnishings. They were members of the country club. Once a year, they went on a fabulous vacation to some exotic location, but except for that one annual vacation, Becky's life had become a nightmare.

On a typical night, Ted would come home, and the maid would serve dinner. Although the dining table would seat twelve, she and Ted sat alone. Ted had not yet decided he wanted children, and Becky was wondering if he ever would. Becky beside him at a table for twelve, Ted would consume his food, talking only when a question was asked. Then he would go watch television while Becky got ready for bed. It didn't matter what Becky wore to try to make herself more appealing, the bedroom routine was the same. 

Ted always came upstairs whenever he was ready. He showered and came to bed nude. Sometimes he would just go to sleep. When he didn't, he would reach over and kiss Becky lightly, usually only once. His breath smelled of scotch, and Becky endured the smell. Then with no further foreplay or tenderness, he would rise up and pull Becky's panties down and raise her legs. If she was not adequately lubricated, he would frequently mutter "You're not getting old and menopausal on me, are you?"

Those words hurt Becky deeply. She was only 28, but Ted's tenderness had faded years ago, and when he did speak, it seemed that he only did so to control. Ted would make a quick and painful insertion, and with the influence of alcohol, took a long time to finish. Becky would close her eyes, forgetting the inflammation that intercourse with Ted often caused her, and she would remember those early years when he was passionate. She would picture Ted as the young man just returned from the university who told her constantly that he loved her.

Then Ted would grunt and roll off of her, going to sleep immediately. Becky had learned long ago not to try to touch him or talk to him afterward. If she did, he would become angry and would go to another bedroom to sleep. She lay in the darkness, feeling the burning of he vagina where Ted had been so rough. Softly, she would exit the bed and go to the bathroom where often she would cry for hours before returning to bed.

Yet, through all this, Becky never stopped loving Ted or believing that he would come around some day. The only sign she ever showed was when she talked to her friend Yvonne. Yvonne was a mirror opposite of Becky. She was shorter and had straight dark hair. Although Becky sported a very attractive figure, Yvonne had undergone surgery for breast enhancement and always showed a lot of cleavage. Her husband, Frank, was an accountant who had eventually opened his own firm. She had been Becky's best friend since high school.

Whenever Becky reached a breaking point, she would call Yvonne, and the two would get together. She would pour out her heart to Yvonne, and Yvonne would console her and assure her that Ted was just going through a phase.

On Ted's 30th birthday, Becky decided to surprise him by dropping by the company office and taking him to lunch. They had a big birthday bash planned at the country club, but Becky wanted some intimate and personal time with the man that she loved.

The office always seemed strange to Becky. Her father had placed his desk where he could look out over the plant and see everything that was going on. Ted had remodeled, and his office was insulated behind two outer offices. Becky walked through the two outer offices to find Ted's secretary away from her desk. Becky had heard rumors about Ted and the secretary, but Ted always managed to convince her that the rumors were unfounded. Since there was no secretary, Becky decided to announce herself.

As Becky entered the office, Ted was seated on the side of his desk. The secretary, Ann, was kneeling on the floor in front of Ted. She was nude from the waist up and had Ted's penis in her mouth. Ted's climax was just starting, and in spite of the interruption, his first spurt went into Ann's mouth. Ann pulled back in shock with her mouth open. Had it not been so hurtful, it would have been comical. Ann's eyes and mouth both opened wide in surprise. As her mouth opened, Ted's second spurt went right into her eye while the first spurt ran out of her mouth and onto her chin. As she bent down to grab her blouse and bra, Ted shot a third spurt into her hair.

Crying and saying softly, "Oh, God, Oh, God," Ann staggered to her feet and ran with her clothes in one hand and her other attempting to cover her breast as they bounced with her quick paces. 

Ted casually picked up his pants that were beside him on the desk and retrieved a handkerchief. He casually wiped his penis of any remaining cum, refolded the handkerchief, and put it back into his pocket. Only then did he get off the desk, step into his shorts, and pull his pants up. His first words to Becky were, "Now, you're not going to get upset over Ann wanting to give me a little birthday present, are you?"

Becky stormed out, more shocked than hurt...at least until the shock wore off. It as weeks before she was able to be around Ted without having to deal with the trauma the scene with Ann had caused. Ted assured Becky that he knew it was inappropriate and that he was letting Ann go.

Becky and Yvonne had numerous crying "girl talks" over that episode, and Yvonne kept assuring Becky that Ted was just doing what any man would do. She told Becky that everyone knew that Ann was just a slut and that she meant nothing to Ted.

It was roughly a year after the incident with Ann that Becky decided to fly to Oklahoma to attend a cousin's graduation. It was near the end of May. Becky booked her flight and loaded up her suitcases. She was going to drive to the state capital, about an hour away, and fly to Oklahoma City. She was leaving on Tuesday and was returning on Thursday.

Halfway to the airport, the radio station broke for news and reported a system of tornados in Oklahoma. Becky picked up her cell phone and called the airline. The flight out of the capital was okay, but Oklahoma City had closed its airport due to the weather. Becky knew that she would be spending the night at the airport, so she turned around and drove back.

An hour after she left, Becky turned into her driveway. She pressed the remote and opened the garage door. She was surprised to see Yvonne's car parked in her space. Becky shut off the motor and walked through the garage into the house. The lights were on in the living room, but no one was there. The kitchen was the same. Suddenly, a deep suspicion flavored with fear swept over Becky. She quietly climbed the stairs to the master bedroom. The hall lights were dark, but the bedroom door was ajar, and there was light.

Quietly, Becky approached to doorway. Had she been able to breathe, she would have gasped loudly enough to have been noticed, but her breath froze within her. There was Ted, lying naked and on his back. Yvonne was straddling him with her pussy atop his penis. Something in Becky clicked, and instead of rushing in, she grabbed her phone and activated the video.

Yvonne slowly raised herself into the air and maneuvered Ted's erect penis into her vagina. Slowly, Yvonne worked up and down, lubricating Ted as she went up and down, going deeper each time until Ted was fully inserted. She reached out her hands toward Ted, and their palms met; then their fingers enfolded. She worked back and forth, not only stimulating Ted but also giving herself a good G-spot massage in the process. 

Ted broke the hand clasping to rub Yvonne's breasts. Becky was thinking, "That bastard! He never does anything with me but the missionary position!" 

The Ted called out, "Come on! You're killing me. Fuck my brains out like you did last time." 

Yvonne laughed and raised herself up until Ted's penis was almost out. Then she thrust back down forcefully. She repeated that action several times. Then she began shouting, "Oh," repeatedly and more forcefully. As she did, the up and down movement stopped, and she began thrusting her hips forward and back in a frenzied move toward orgasm.

Finally, Ted gave out a shout and grabbed Yvonne's hips, pulling her pussy around his penis and making the greatest penetration possible as he came. Becky watched as Yvonne collapsed on the bed she and Ted shared. Ted then rose up and put his mouth on Yvonne's pussy and began to lick her. "The bastard," Becky thought. "He hasn't gone down on me since the honeymoon."

Becky turned away from the door and slipped out of the house as quietly as she had entered. She got into her car and closed the garage door and drove back to the capital. When she got there, she called Ted and said, "Hi honey. My flight's been cancelled, so I'm just going to stay here tonight at the Mariott. I'll do some shopping tomorrow and will be home tomorrow night. Are you okay?"

Ted said, "Yeah, I got a burger downtown, came straight home, and fell asleep in the recliner. I just came upstairs and am going to bed now." Through the phone, Becky heard a commode flush in the background but said nothing.

The next day, Becky bought some items that she wouldn't have been able to find in Watacoochee County. She also had her cell phone video transferred to a jump drive. Then she drove back home. When Ted got home, she told him that she was sick so that he wouldn't come upstairs reeking of scotch and start pulling her panties off. They weren't coming off again, at least not for him.

During the day Friday, Becky made some other preparations, and then welcomed Ted home. They had dinner as usual. Then Becky asked Ted if he ever watched any porn. He lied and said no. She knew it was a lie because she had seen receipts from stores where he had bought DVD's.

Becky said, "Well, I've got one you're going to love. This is going to be a night to remember." Ted could not imagine what was about to happen. Becky had dressed in sexy outfits before, but she had never done anything kinky or even what could be called risqué. She had just been a loving wife who wanted to please her husband.

Ted settled down in front of the TV while Becky switched the electronics to make the TV serve as a monitor. Suddenly, the picture of Yvonne riding Ted's dick flashed on the screen, and the action began.

Ted was speechless momentarily. When he began to try to talk his way out of the evidence, the new Becky lowered the Boom.

"Teddy, boy," she began. She had never called him Teddy, much less Teddy boy. The shock of her words were more chilling that the video which was still playing with the sound muted.

"I've put up with your philandering for years. I've seen you getting a blowjob. But to bring some slut of a bitch into our bed, and that it was my best friend! I don't know how long you two have been screwing behind my back, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that things have changed. Not that they are going to change. They have already changed."

"The 60% stockholders vote that you've had through all these years was only a proxy authority. Daddy left me that 60% of the company, and he left me this house. I've taken all the money out of our checking accounts and savings accounts. I've also cancelled all the credit cards that have both names on them."

"I went today and revoked the proxy authority you've been using all these years with the company. As of now, you have nothing but your job. And if you want to keep that, you will do what I tell you to do. I've planned a dinner party tomorrow night, and you will be here or be fired."

With those words, Becky pulled the copy of the video from the jump drive and handed it to Ted. "Here, enjoy yourself with this. I've got the original and several other copies, so you can have this one. I'm going to bed, and you are welcome to sleep in one of the other guest rooms, on the couch, or at a motel with another of your slut whores."

Ted had never heard Becky use words like that. She had always conducted herself as if she was attending a church social at the First Baptist Church. Becky went upstairs and for the first time since she married, locked the door.

The next night was Saturday. Everyone invited was told to come for dinner but also to bring a swimsuit for a pool party afterward. Becky invited Frank, Yvonne's husband and three men from the company who strongly suspected that Ted had been involved with their wives. She also invited the one person from her high school days who was a serious challenge to Ted's interest in Becky.

Ted was unusually quiet during the dinner. When the dinner was finished, the maid cleared the table and was told to go home and not come in until Monday. Then everyone was asked to go change into their swimsuits but to return to the dining room. They all complied, but Becky came in wearing a silky black gown, diamond earrings, and towering fuck me heels. Everyone stared. Ted was startled.

Becky asked the men to help her move the huge dining table to one side and to put all the chairs along one wall. As they moved the table, Becky went to the folding doors behind where the table would be and opened the folding doors that hid a large screen TV. She then had them push the table completely against the wall and to put the chairs so that they could see the TV clearly. Ted, however, was seated off to the side and sat at the end of the relocated dining table.

Becky began, "I'm going to show you something very private and very personal. You will know the two people in it, and the woman's husband is here tonight, but I had him come early. He knows what you're about to see, and he's okay with it."

"For God's sake, Becky," Ted blurted out.

"Shut up, Ted," Becky replied, standing up to Ted for the first time in her life. "Shut up if you want a job Monday. If you had been concerned about God, you would have kept your zipper closed and your dick out of whores!" She could not believe the surge of power she felt. It was intoxicating.

With that, Becky pressed the remote, and the TV began to play the sex scene with Ted and Yvonne. The men all looked with shock and amazement, first at the screen, then at Frank, whose wife they all knew, then at Ted. Of course, they couldn't avoid looking back at Yvonne's bouncing breasts and firm ass. They were amazed at her prowess, and Becky could see bulges beginning to show in their pants. That was exactly what she wanted.

When the video stopped, Becky announced, "Tonight, I'm going to get my revenge on Ted. But it's not just for what you just saw: my husband and my best friend screwing each other's brains out in my bed. It's for all the times Ted has cheated on me and gotten away with it because I was too timid and too much in love to confront him."




Becky's Revenge



"And be assured, those of you who work for the company, whatever happens tonight will not affect your job status. Ted does not control the company, I do. And anything Ted does to you, I will undo or Ted will be fired. Ted has to watch my revenge and yours, and he is powerless to retaliate if he wants to keep his job."

With that, Becky flipped a switch on the remote, and the song, "Let Me Entertain You" began to play. Becky began to strut in front of the men with the most seductive dance Ted had ever seen. She swayed, she thrust her hips, she did bumps and grinds, and every man in the room, except Ted began to get more aroused.

Then the song changed to the stripper theme from the movie Gypsy. As it played, Becky turned her back to the men and reached around behind her dress. As her hips swayed, she slowly tortured the men by slowly unzipping her dress until the zipper came halfway down her buttocks. She then turned and strutted up and down in front of the gawking men before returning to her center point. She then slipped the dress off her right shoulder as she looked over the same shoulder and smiled. Then she did the same with the left shoulder.

Then Becky let the dress fall to her hips, and with one quick move, she pushed it to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and kicked it away. Then she turned toward the men. She put her hands over her head and put palm to palm. She swayed her hips and her hand in sync, giving the men ample time to enjoy the show. 

She was wearing the tiniest black bra, very stylish, and with portions of it being of a sheer black fabric. Only the nipples were completely hidden. The music changed, and Becky turned around with her back to the men again. As her hips swayed, she reached back and unhooked the tiny bra. She turned around with the bra held up by her right hand.

At this point, all of the men except Ted were worried that Becky was teasing, and they would not get to see her breasts. Ted, as one might expect, was hoping they wouldn't. Becky was enjoying herself. She toyed with the men, lowering one side of her bra just to the areola and then pulling it back up. Then she would do the same with the other side. Her sense of power built with each moment.

Suddenly, Becky dropped the bra to the floor and raised her hands over her head, palms down and fingers pointing outward. There was an audible sound as every man inhaled simultaneously.

Becky had selected her attire well. In addition to the black bra, she had bought matching thigh-top hose and panties. The hose had a top that was black with tiny gray hearts and tiny gray ribbons. They were tiny French cut, little more than a g-string. There was a tiny triangle that barely covered her clit and vagina. Between the waist band and the triangle, the fabric was sheer, showing a very close cut strip of hair that was waxed to remove all but the tiny strip generally called a landing strip. The landing strip showing through was another turn on for the men. They were hard, they were staring, and their breathing had become deep and hard.

The music then played another old song, "Another One Bites the Dust." With the quicker pace, Becky did some quicker steps, stopping and doing "dirty girl" thrusts inches from the faces of the men. Right down the line, she gave a front row view of her body and made pelvic thrusts in the face of every man.

Then the music changed, and Becky again returned to a point that was centered in front of the men. Frank occupied the center chair. To the far right was the man who had repeatedly tried to date Becky in high school. The men who believed Ted had seduced their wives filled the other chairs.

Becky then turned her back to the men. She pulled the right side of the panty down to the middle of her buttock, held it there for a moment, and then she pulled it back up. As she did so, she pulled the left side down to the same level. As she kept repeating this tease, she kept looking over her shoulders at the men, smiling and winking.

Then she pulled the panties down to the bottom of her butt cheeks. She raised her hands over her head, and pulled her left foot across the front of her other food and crossed her legs. Then she lowered her hands to the floor. The effect of her amazingly firm ass stuck in the air and her crossed legs gave the perfect image of a heart.

Becky then uncrossed her legs, steadied herself on the black fuck me heels, and put her thumbs inside her panties on each side. She bent down and slowly pushed the panties to her heels. 

Becky turned around, and as the music stopped, she kicked the panties away, raised her hands over her head, and spread her feet about a foot apart. She stood there in majestic triumph. The eyes of the men roamed up and down her body. The bulges in their pants grew. Becky turned toward Ted whose fists were clinched and whose face was drawn up tight. She smiled at him and turned back to the admiring men before her. Never before had any man seen her naked, but tonight she had all the power. Not only was she punishing Ted and getting revenge, but she was discovering a part of herself—and a power—that she never knew existed.

Then, with no music playing, Becky said, "I want to remind you that nothing that happens her tonight will affect your job, but it may give you a chance to get revenge on Ted, if you're willing to play along," She walked to the center chair and put her left leg between Frank's legs. She raised her right leg and placed her foot on Frank's chair. Her pussy was right in front of his face. She leaned down and unbuckled her right shoe with her breasts rubbing into Frank's face. Frank did not pull back but glanced briefly at Ted whose face was now red.

Becky put her foot down long enough to step out of it and then did the same with the left shoe. Then she put her right leg up on Frank's chair again and began to roll down the right thigh-top hose. Slowly and seductively, she removed it, moving her firm breasts into Frank's face again. When she got down to the foot, she asked Frank to remove the hose. He did and handed it to her. She draped it over Frank's left shoulder. Then she removed the left hose, repeating her actions. 

While Frank got the benefit of helping her strip off the last remaining fabric Becky wore, the other men got a fantastic view of Becky's breasts hanging down like ripe clusters of grapes, just waiting to be picked. Her waist was still slender, and her shapely butt had just enough curve in it to make every man want to squeeze it.

Totally naked, Becky took Frank's hands and told him to stand up. When he did, Becky reminded everyone that Ted had used Frank's wife, and that Frank had every right to do whatever he wanted to do to Ted's wife. "In fact, let me show all of you what I caught Ted doing one time in his office."

Frank stiffened his body when Becky pinched each side of his swimsuit and pulled it down, letting it drop onto his ankles. She knelt down and took Frank into her mouth. She cupped Franks balls into her hands and rubbed them gently as she finally succeeded in getting all of Franks throbbing manhood into her mouth. She turned to look at Ted whose face was now the face of utter defeat. He had tears in his eyes but sat obediently, as Becky had instructed him. He knew that if he left, he would be jobless Monday morning.

Becky then pushed Frank gently back into his seat and removed his swimsuit from his ankles, tossing it into the corner. Then she moved to her left and said, "Bill, you've been sure for a long time that Ted screwed your wife. Would you like to get revenge?"

"Damn right," Bill replied. 

"Then strip," Becky ordered. Bill stood up and dropped his swimsuit. His erect penis stood out. Becky took it in her hand and stroked it a few times. Then she knelt down and took Bill's penis into her mouth, deep throating it as she had with Frank. 

Becky and Ted had employed oral sex only a couple of times shortly after they were married, and then Ted moved into his have a few drinks, come to bed, kiss once, and then fuck mode. Becky had not really enjoyed giving head with Ted, but tonight she took delight in both serving and performing.

The next two workers received the same treatment. Then Becky moved to John, the only man in the room she had not taken into her mouth. "Johnny, you always wanted to date me, but I was stupid enough to hold onto Ted. Would you like a sample of what you missed? Without a word, John stood and removed his swimsuit. Becky kissed his nipples and continued the kisses down his chest and stomach until she came to his penis. She held it gingerly and kissed it a dozen times or more before she put it into her mouth.

John let a long sigh mingled with the word, "Oh." It was more like the sound of a passing breeze than an actual word.

"Careful," Becky said as she withdrew his eager penis from her mouth. "It's not time for you to come yet." Then she took John and Frank by the hand. She turned to the other men and said, "Come on, guys." The other three got up and followed.

Becky led them to the table, and had Frank to lie down on the table with his head toward Ted who was still seated at the end of the table. She then had the other men to get on the table, two on each side of Frank. Becky then sat on the table and turned her legs toward Frank. She spread her legs. She hoped that her vagina was open for the men to see inside her. She had put a dildo inside her that morning and had worn it all day, wanting to loosen the muscles so that she would be open when the men saw her. She had removed the dildo when she changed into her stripping clothes after dinner. She didn't know whether she was open down there or not, but every eye in the room was focused on her womanhood. It had been years since she had been looked at that way.

Becky then rose to her knees. She could not believe how comfortable she was with her nudity and her sexuality. She had absolute power over five men and had Ted by the balls. She pushed Frank's legs apart and began to lick his balls before she put her mouth over his aching penis. Then she pulled Frank's legs together and straddled him. "Now let me know, Frank, if I do anything wrong. I want to do everything to you that my best friend Yvonne did to Ted."

With those words, Becky straddled Frank and slipped his penis into her wet pussy. She began to mimic the actions Yvonne had done, but she looked at the four naked men beside her. "Come on, guys. Everybody's invited to this party." She reached out, and while she fucked Frank, she took John's penis into her hand and opened her mouth toward Mike's erect penis. Mike immediately slipped his dick between her lips. Her other hand reached out to the nearest penis on the other side, and she began to switch her oral services from one side to another.

At every opportunity, Becky looked at Ted. At one point she was tempted to say, "How does it feel, Ted," but she chose to leave Ted out of the orgy she had created. She continued until Frank grunted and thrust his hips upward toward her hungry pussy. She felt his juices hitting forcefully inside her. She rose up and walked to the left of Frank, lying down on the table closer to Ted. As she walked, she could feel Frank's juices starting to run down her leg. 

Ted looked at his wife and saw another man's cum on her leg.

Becky then said, "Okay, does anybody else want to get even? Want a little bit of this? You won't get this chance again. Without a word, Andy got between Becky's legs and thrust his penis into her. 

Becky lay there with her legs wrapped around Andy's hips, knowing that the position she had take gave Ted a perfect view of his wife's pussy being drilled by another man. Andy continued until he muttered, "Damn!" and shot his hit semen inside Becky's willing body.

"Nobody else?" Becky asked. Immediately, her third man of the night came forward. She said, "Okay, come her lover boy," and rose up, repositioning herself so that she was on her hands and knees facing Ted. This time, her breasts rocked with every thrust. She kept looking at Ted as she uttered, "Come on. Give it to me. Ram it deep. Fuck my pussy. Stick it in hard. Oh yeah, I like it deep." The whole time, she was smiling at Ted. Her boobs continued to sway until she was pushed down by a powerful thrust. She lay a foot closer to Ted, her butt being pressed down with every remaining thrust until she was again filled with the passion of another man's cum.

The last man to take her was John. For John, she sat on the side of the table and raised her legs into a Y. John made his insertion into the woman he had wanted in high school. Years of buried passion rose inside him, and he rammed her so hard that she knew she would be sore the next day, but she didn't care. Her breasts rocked, her mouth opened slightly, she smiled and looked for the first time at the man who was inside her. She had feelings for John years ago, but she had remained loyal to Ted. Now she was beyond revenge. Now she was responding to a man who had loved her. She wrapped her legs around him. She stopped performing for Ted. She was totally engaged in what was truly love making. She wrapped her legs around John's hips and pushed her pussy forward with each thrust. While her emotions to this point had been revenge and sexual liberation, she now felt passion. When John climaxed inside her, she also climaxed, and in doing so, allowed vocal expression to pass through her lips.

When John had drained the juices of his passion, he looked at her face and saw the lips that had engulfed four other men that night. Under any other circumstance, he would have revolted at kissing the lips that had taken other men as she had done that night, but his love for Becky was such that he looked into her eyes and kissed her lips with the most passion she had ever felt in a kiss. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and looked at John.

"Becky, the reason I never married was that I could never find someone I loved as much as I loved you." She saw his eyes beginning to mist over. She went down on him where he stood, and in a few minutes, she had him erect again. This time she mounted him, but she didn't look toward Ted. She looked only at the man who had truly loved her through all of the years. The other men who had just fucked her were only a faint memory, although they were watching the union of the two lovers as Becky worked her hips feverishly, bringing John to a second climax. For the first time in her life, Becky screamed as she experienced her own orgasm.

Becky's pussy was full of cum from five men, but she could only feel the warmth of John's two ejaculations. She lay down on top of him while his penis began to shrink to its normal size. Then, with John's penis still inside her, she said to Ted, "By the way, Ted, when you go to work on Monday, you won't be president and CEO anymore. You'll have the same salary, but your new title will be sales director. You will be on the road most of the time and can screw any slut you want to. Frank will be taking over as president, and I suppose he will be pretty demanding of you. Oh, and since the house is in my name, you'll need to find somewhere else to live starting tonight. I'm sure one of your whores will accommodate you until you can get a place of your own."

"These other men here are men you've humiliated through the years. Tonight, they've got their revenge by screwing your wife right before your eyes, and you didn't have the balls to stop it. So they've had their revenge. It was my pleasure to be their whore tonight, but after tonight, I think I'll be no one's whore but John's." With that she kissed John on the lips with passion.

Then, with cum glistening on both of her thighs, she got off the table and walked, still naked and unashamed, to each man, kissing each one on the cheek and saying, "Thanks for being a good sport. This was a one-time thing, but thank you for giving me the night of my life." Then as they went to dress, Becky went to clean herself and to get ready for bed with John.



Becky's Revenge Pays Off - FTDS



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Revenge Ramifications - my ending to LaffWithMe's Becky's Revenge

http://www.literotica.com/s/beckys-revenge

LaffWithMe has some strange ideas. A guy doesn't like to kiss his wife after receiving a blowjob. So she thinks it's Ok to suck off his boss and co-workers at a company party, and kiss him with their taste still in his mouth. Ha ha. 

The original story is very short, less than one full page. I suggest you read it first before this sequel.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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Hi. It's me again, Becky Ann Mills. Twenty-three years old and happily married to Dave for the last five years. 

Did you ever do something that seemed like a great idea at the time, and you had second thoughts afterward? 

I did. Just last Saturday. Dave doesn't like to kiss me after I give him a blowjob. It's not that I mind blowing him, I like doing that. But I think he should have the decency to kiss me after, if I'm willing to do that for him. Other than that, he's a pretty great guy. Loving husband, good provider, all the stuff a girl dreams of. 

So back to last Saturday. It was a party at his boss's house. I was a little pissed at him, for the aforementioned reason. When his boss Paul started hitting on me, I had a great idea for some sweet revenge. I gave the old fart a blowjob in the bathroom, then went to my husband with the taste still in my mouth and kissed him. The bastard didn't even notice!

That pissed me off even worse. I went to all that effort for a little payback, and nothing. So I found another 'donor', Tom, a new guy at Dave's work. Back to the bathroom, I earned another deposit. I ran out of the room, the entire inside of my mouth coated with another man's come, and laid a huge lip-lock on my darling Dave, and gave him a taste. He didn't like it, complaining I tasted like bad booze. Bingo! 

I decided then and there, I'd give him another taste. But next time, I wouldn't swallow before he received his kiss.

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I was laying around the house, taking it easy, trying to figure out how I'd get another mouthful of bitter sin, and force it on Dave. Saturday's party had been a kick, and I couldn't wait to try it again.

I was surprised when Dave walked in the door, around 2:00 pm. He put down his briefcase, and stared at me. He didn't look happy.

"What's wrong baby? Why are you home from work so early?" I asked.

"I no longer have 'work' to go to, Becky dear," he said, heading to the bar and pouring himself a drink.

"You lost your job? What happened? What did you do?" This wasn't good. I didn't work. Dave was a great provider, and we were looking forward to starting a family. I'd left my job a year ago and had never been happier. 

"I didn't do anything. It seems Mrs. Barns, the owner of our business doesn't appreciate some of the activities that went on at the latest company party. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Becky darling?"

"I...I have no idea what you're talking about. What activities?"

"It seems you were spotted leaving a bathroom with Paul Barns, my boss, and the business owner's husband. When confronted, he told his wife that he'd had sex with you in the bathroom."

Impossible! That low-life bastard! How could he say that? "No! It's not true, Dave. I only gave him a blowjob. We didn't have sex. I wouldn't do that to you."

"A blowjob isn't sex?" he asked.

"Please Dave. You have to let me explain. It had nothing to do with the sex. I...I was still a little PO'd that you wouldn't kiss me after, uh, after coming in my mouth. I was a little drunk, so I thought it would be funny for you to taste the cum in my mouth, and see it wasn't so bad really. That's all it was. A little joke. It was just the one time, and it meant nothing."

"So I guess that Tom, the new guy was lying about how he nailed some slut in a sexy dress with the push-up bra? He sure told an entertaining story in the break room. Funny, the bra he described sounded a lot like yours. Everything about the slut sounded exactly like you."

Shit. This wasn't good. It was just a little payback. He had to understand. "I didn't fuck him, Dave. It was just a quick suck. You have to remember. I came back to you immediately after. When I kissed you, you said I tasted like bad booze."

"So that wasn't bad booze? You were forcing another man's cum on me? In front of everyone, at my company party? Is that it?"

"That was all, I swear."

"How many other people have you fucked around with?" he asked me. 

That got me a little pissed. He had no right to insinuate anything like that. It was just two stupid blowjobs. "I don't think I like what you're implying. It was just the two. That's all. I didn't fuck around, all I did was get them to give me some cum in my mouth so I could surprise you. Don't make it worse than it is."

"I don't believe you, Becky. What's the chance that the two times I find out about you cheating on me are the only two times you've done it? Why should I believe your lies about what you did, when the two men tell different stories, and have nothing to gain by lying? No, you lied to me, you cheated on me, and got me fired from my job. I can never trust you again."

This wasn't good. I could tell by the look on his face that he was serious. He didn't trust me! He'd known me since high-school, we'd been married five years. How could he say such a hurtful thing? What were we going to do? I started to reply when he finished his drink and walked out of the room. "Dave! Wait, what are you doing?"

"I'm packing. I'm leaving you, Becky. I can't stay married to someone who would do that. A cheating slut and a liar."

I ran after him, grabbing his arm. "I didn't cheat, Dave. I swear. It was only two stupid blowjobs. That's all. I promise. I was drunk and had a bad idea for a little revenge, but that's all it was. You have to believe me. We can get past this, I know we can."

"Revenge, Becky? Because I didn't kiss you after a blowjob. Did you kiss them, after you sucked them dry?"

"N-n-no, I didn't want to kiss them. I only wanted to kiss you. You're my husband, and I love you."

He yanked his arm away, and pulled down the biggest suitcase from the top of the closet. "How wonderful. You'll only kiss me. I'm the only one that has to taste the adulterous cum in your mouth. You'll blow other men, but you'll only kiss me. What was it going to be next time? Kiss me with a mouthful of someone else's spunk?"

His accusation was dead-on, and I was stuck without a response.

He stared at me, and I saw the look of revulsion. "Jesus, Becky! You were, weren't you? That was your next step toward revenge? Let me guess, after that I'd have to eat their cum out of your pussy, right? Just leave me alone you disgusting tramp. I'll be out of your hair in 10 minutes. You'll never have to worry about me kissing you after a blowjob again. You'll never have to concern yourself with any kisses at all."

Why couldn't he understand? It was just a joke. A bit of sweet revenge. That's all.

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Becky Anne here again. I figure I should get you caught up. It's been a while since that miserable weekend.

I took a lot of heat from the family, once I explained why he left. He let them believe I'd cheated on him. Nobody seemed to get it. I never cheated. I gave up a couple of meaningless blowjobs. It meant nothing.

I got my cashier job back. We lost the apartment when I couldn't make the rent. We ended up both living at home. He was having a difficult time finding a job. Rumor had it he'd been blackballed, for trying to use his wife to get ahead. The only job offer he got included my being a part of the package, an executive 'benefit'. When they found out we were separated, the job fell through.

The new apartment is small. I work as many hours as I can, while he stays home and continues his job search. It took me four long months to convince him to move in with me. If I wasn't in my second trimester, and showing, I don't think he would have done it. He says he's gonna get the baby tested and if it's not his, he'll divorce me.

Thank God I know that's not an issue. I've never had sex with anyone but Dave. 

I've tried to make it up to him. God knows I've tried. Last weekend was the first time he let me go down on him since that stupid party. I had almost earned my reward when he pushed me roughly away. "No. Not in your mouth. I'm not going to give you another reason to cheat on me," he snapped.

It was a cruel thing to say. I mean, seriously, my hormones are all over the place, and all I was trying to do was make him happy. Why can't he just let it go? I've apologized, and promised it was the first and last time. We're going to have a family together. He needs to forget about it, and move on.

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Becky here. Let me tell you, I've had better days.

I just spent the last 12 hours on my feet. I'd picked up Charise's shift. We could use the money. I was eight months along, and big as a house. I walked in the door, and I knew right away something was wrong.

The letter was lying on the table, his wedding ring on top of it.

Dear Becky,

I'm sorry. I tried. I thought we could make it, but I've never been able to get past the fact that you see nothing wrong in what you did. You thought it was only a joke, a little payback. 

It was adultery, and you broke our wedding vows. I can never trust you again, and that's no way to live your life.

Every time you're late coming home, I wonder what you're up to, who you're with. When I lose track of you for five minutes at a party, I have an irresistible urge to search the bathrooms. I wish it were otherwise.

Through your thoughtless actions, you destroyed two marriages, and made me a laughing stock. The humiliation of being offered a job, only if you were available for 'executive' parties will stick with me the rest of my life.

It's pretty clear now that I'll never work in my field in this town. I've accepted a job offer in Tampa. I'll send you my address and phone number once I've settled in.

Please let me know if the baby is mine. If it is, I'll work out some kind of child support. 

I hope you find a man who's willing to kiss you after a blowjob. I didn't think it was that big an issue, certainly not worth destroying a marriage over, but I guess it is to you. 

You're a good woman, and I loved you with all my heart. I sincerely hope that you find what you're looking for, and have a great life. I'm only sorry that it can't be with me. I'm leaving you everything except my car and clothing. Good luck in the future.

Love, Dave

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My name is Becky Anne Darlington. I'm 25 years old and the mother of the most adorable son in the world.

It's difficult being a single mother, with a reputation as a slut. I've had a hell of a time losing my baby weight, and the long hours and responsibility for little Dave leave me little time for anything else. I don't mind the work, but I wish I had more time for my perfect baby boy.

Dave sends checks. It helps a lot. Twenty percent of his paycheck is more than I earn working 60 hours a week. I keep hoping that one day, he'll come for me, and we can be together again, like we should be.

That hope is fading. His family is good to me, and I make sure they get to see little Dave as often as they want. More often, probably, since they take care of him two days a week, while my parents handle the other three. When I dropped him off at Grandma Mills' house today, they broke the news that Dave's engaged. They say he's doing well, has had two promotions, and is very happy. They showed me a picture. The bitch has big tits. 

It's not fair. He gets to be happy, and I'm stuck. 

It was only a stupid joke. A few minutes in the bathroom that meant nothing. A little sweet revenge. 

Not so sweet now, I guess. 

I haven't given up. I know some day he'll realize it was meaningless, and I love him as much today as the day I met him. Somehow we'll be together again. I know it. When we are, I'll update this memoir.

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"Whatcha reading, Honey?"

Dave closed the small notebook, and put it to the side. He smiled at his wife of 42 years. The love of his life, and mother of his three children. "A chapter out of my past," he explained.

"Something Dave Jr. left with that box of stuff he brought by?"

Dave nodded. 

"He's a great kid. I'm so glad you worked out things with that stupid ex of yours. Sometimes I felt like writing her a letter, thanking her for trashing your marriage. I guess it's a little late now."

"I guess so. Things worked out best in the end, didn't they?"

She grinned. "I'd say so. Feeling a little randy?" She leaned over and opened his pants, taking him in her mouth.

"Does it ever bother you, that I don't..."

"Please! Not that BS again. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. I couldn't care less. I like doing it for you. Just like I love when you go down on me. It's been over 40 years. Let it go."

Once more he shut away the memories, the twinge of guilt he still felt a lifetime later. He let his wife pleasure him, and forgot about the past. At least for a while. 

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Becky's Revenging Angel



Thanks to 'Techsan' for his editing.

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It was a bad part of town. Not the kind of area I usually drove through. With a light rain falling and being so dark and dreary out it was hard to see out of the side windows. I was looking for a very seedy bar. A place I had never been before. But you do what you have to do. That's the way life is.

I spotted it ahead, 'Pete's tavern.' I slowly pulled up to the curb. I was a nervous wreck, hands shaking, sweating under my jacket. The bar was truly a hole in the ground. A run down old building in a run down neighborhood. I reached into my glove compartment and took out the hand gun. I wasn't even sure what kind it was. The man at the pawn shop told me it was a 9mm I think. Hell I don't remember. I did get the right bullets for it. That's all that counted.

I loaded it with six bullets and played with the safety on it, moving it back and forth. I wanted to make sure I had it in the right position. Then I put it in my coat pocket along with the remainder of the bullets. I doubted if I needed any more but if I did, I'd have them. I was wearing gloves like it would make a difference.

I opened the car door and stepped out. I was extremely nervous but knew I had to hold my composure. I had to see this through, it was a promise that I had made. As the rain ran down over my rimmed hat I walked toward the tavern, my hands in my pockets. Just before reaching the building I spotted the car. The car they showed pictures of in the court room. They were here, the bastards were here.

I opened the door to the saloon. There were maybe a half dozen people in there. The place smelled like stale beer and cigarettes. It was almost enough to make me puke. The few patrons just looked at me not really saying anything. Then I spotted them, sitting at a little round table looking about half drunk. They looked at me and started laughing. They got up and came toward me while the other people just looked on. I heard the bartender tell them he didn't want any trouble. They just told him to shut up.

These two men ... no, not men; that's too good a name for scum like them. Two soon-to-be-dead mother-fuckers would be a better name. They walked up to me standing maybe six feet away and said, "What do you want, little old man?" 

I only stood about 5' 7" and weighed about 150 pounds. So being called short or little was nothing new and being sixty-eight years old wasn't exactly young. I looked at these two pieces of shit and said, "I came to get revenge for my family."

They both just started laughing and then the big guy pulled out a large knife. I remember Becky telling about seeing one like it. He looked at me and said, "Get the fuck out of here before I cut you to pieces, grandpa." He was right, I was a grandpa.

The bartender again yelled, "Big Jim, put that knife away before somebody gets hurt. I don't need no more trouble in my bar. Now please put it away."

So that's what they called him - Big Jim.. I looked up at him staring at his eyes, he was a real bastard. Just dark and mean looking. Nothing but darkness when staring at him. All I could see in his eyes was evil.

He repeated what he said earlier. "Get the fuck out of here, grandpa, before you get hurt." He was still holding his knife. I think he remembered seeing me in the courtroom.

I reached into my pocket and took out my revolver and unlocked the safety. Then I pointed it at Big Jim. "What the fuck!" was all Jim could say.. I heard his buddy say, "Jim, that's the old man that said he was going to get us. Remember at the trial?"

The pervert looked at me and said, "Hey, man, we didn't mean to hurt her. We was just having a little fun. We didn't mean her no harm." He was scared. He kept rattling off words, anything he could think of to save his sorry ass. It wasn't going to work. Before I left he would be a dead man. "It was Big Jim's idea, I just went along." Big Jim back-handed the pervert he called Gimp because he walked with a limp. Must of had trouble with one of his legs. 

Jim spoke to me. "Hey, old man, the courts found us innocent. There were no witnesses. So I suggest you get your sorry ass out of here right now."

I have had enough. I looked at Big Jim and back over to his companion Gimp. Then I gave them my little speech.

"You two sorry excuses for human beings, you ruined my granddaughter's life. You two sorry mother-fuckers beat up her boyfriend, then took her out of the car and raped her. She was only an eighteen year old girl who was just going to her senior prom."

I had tears in my eyes as I continued. She was just a happy teenager who was out on a date. Just because they drove down the wrong road did not give you the right to do what you did to her. I know that she told the truth, that you pulled her out of the car and then brought her into this dump and raped her on that very pool table over there. She yelled and screamed for you to let her go but, no, you just had to fuck her. The rest of the sorry bastards in this bar stood up for you."

The bartender backed away. He was there. He saw what happened. Probably a few of these patrons were here at the time too. I should shoot them all but maybe it's better if they live with their guilt. I was surprised that everyone in the bar just kept quiet.

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I have three grown kids. They each have families of their own. Cindy, my oldest daughter, and her husband have three kids. Becky, their oldest was kind of my pride and joy. She was my first grandchild and of course we, my wife and I, probably spoiled her the most. We love all our grandchildren but the first is the one you have a tendency to remember.

Life for us was great. My wife and I lived a pretty complete life. We did everything with family. We all lived in the same town or at least close. So we had a lot of family gatherings. Family was everything to my wife and I. Sure we traveled and went on cruises but we were always glad to get home. It's true what they say, "Home is where the family and the heart is." My wife probably spoke to the kids everyday or at least almost everyday. We always had someone visiting every weekend. The grandkids always loved coming here. Grandma and grandpa spoiled them. They knew that grandma could cook and they loved homemade cooking. We also had the latest games and DVD's here. They played on the computer and we even played board games with them. They loved the attention we gave them.

That was until my Mary passed away last year. We all took it hard. She was just one of those special people. Always did everything for everyone. I lived by myself for awhile. It was lonely, very lonely. My son asked me to move in with him. I thought I would be intruding too much into his family's life. Then one day my daughter came to see me. She told me that everyone was worried about me being alone and that I needed family around more often. Even though I was her father-in-law she loved me as much as her own father who had passed away. She convinced me to move in with them.

They had a big house and I had my own bedroom. It was a little different at first, with everyone trying to do everything for each other until one day at dinner I called a time out. I told everyone that I loved living with them but that they needed to live their normal lives. They didn't have to include me in everything and they could have friends over and I didn't have to be there. I said that the kids could play their music. I didn't want to be considered a guest but as part of the family.

After that day, everything changed. The tension was gone and everything was going great. I did my thing, sometimes with the family, sometimes not. I had sold my house and had an auction to get rid of most of my stuff. I was retired now and didn't need everything anymore. I let all the kids have what they wanted of our belongings. One wanted a refrigerator, another the washer and dryer. There was still plenty of junk to be sold. After 44 years of marriage Mary and I had accumulated a lot. The girls all divided Mary's personal belongings. She had promised certain pieces of jewelry to different people. Whatever clothes of Mary's no one wanted we donated to the local shelter and Salvation Army.

It was a big auction, even after the kids took what they wanted or needed. I got rid of pretty much everything, even the lawn mover and tools, after the men of the families completed their own tool sets.

I divided the money from the auction four ways. One-fourth for each daughter/son and their spouse, the fourth was for me. They could divide that fourth again after my death. That put all my kids on Easy Street. It made life a lot easier for each of them. As for me, I was happy. I had my pension, Social Security, and a hefty savings account.

Cindy, my eldest daughter (she preferred "eldest" to "oldest") called and was all excited about her daughter Becky going to the prom. Becky had turned eighteen and would be heading for college after her senior year. That following Saturday, Becky and her boyfriend Ryan headed to the prom. Cindy told us how gorgeous Becky looked. She was one beautiful lady.

That evening we got a call from Cindy. She was hysterical. She said Becky had been raped and was at the hospital. I rushed down to be with the family. When I got there everyone was a little calmer. The police were there taking statements. Of course Cindy and her husband were crying. The police said they had two suspects in custody. Charges would be filed in the morning. We then went in to see Becky. She was very distraught and crying. After she calmed down she explained what had happened.

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Becky's story:

Ryan and I were headed out to eat. We had a really nice time at the dance. Ryan didn't know his way around town very well and took the wrong exit. We were in kind of a dirty part of town. We got worried and rolled up our windows and locked our doors. We saw two men standing in front of a dingy looking bar so Ryan rolled down his window to ask for directions. The man told Ryan to pull off the road so he wouldn't be blocking traffic and he would give him directions where to go. Ryan pulled up into the parking lot. The man reached in through the door and unlocked the vehicle and pulled Ryan out. I started screaming when this guy walking with a limp pulled me out of the car. I was kicking and yelling until the man holding Ryan pulled out a big knife and said he would "cut Ryan the fuck up if I didn't stop screaming." I'm sorry for swearing but that's what he said.

He asked Ryan for his wallet and took his money. He said, "A fucking fifty dollars. How you expect to get in her panties spending only fifty dollars on her. The whores around here charge more then that," and then he laughed.

Ryan told him to keep the money just let us go. But the big guy laughed and hit Ryan in the stomach. Ryan fell to the ground and the big man kept kicking and kicking him. I started yelling again and the man with the limp put his knife to my throat and said one more sound out of me and he would cut my throat and I would never speak again. I was crying, it was awful. They left Ryan lying there on the concrete and pulled me into the dingy, dirty bar.

I heard the bartender say, "What the fuck are you doing, Jim? You can't bring her in here." There were only about three or four other people there. I yelled at them to help me but they did nothing. I was crying and pleading for them to let me go but they just laughed at me. The next thing I knew I was thrown on the pool table and was raped. It wasn't love, it wasn't even sex, it was rape. He pushed me down on the table and ripped off my panties and then jammed his thing in me. It hurt, oh how it hurt. I just lay there and cried the whole time. When the big guy came in me, he told the guy with the limp he could have me and then he took me too. It didn't hurt as much due to the first guy coming in me. It was still awful. No pleasure, just pain. When the second guy finished, I remember the big guy turning around and yelling, "Anyone else want some pussy?"

There were no more takers. They didn't take part in the rape but they didn't help me either. I got off the pool table. I was crying and slowly walked out the door listening to the two evil men laughing behind me. When I got to the car Ryan was getting up. He asked me what happened but I knew he could see. He just started crying and apologizing to me. We got into the car and went to the hospital. The hospital called the police. I called mom first chance I could and that's everything that happen.

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I walked over and hugged my granddaughter. I told her, "Everything will be alright. It will just take time, Becky. The bad guys will be taken care of. I'll see to that.

She said, "Thank you, grandpa, thank you for just being here."

I later talked to the police. They said they picked up the two men that Becky described and were running an investigation. Since I was a grandparent and not a legal guardian that I would have to go through either my daughter or granddaughter to find out how the investigation was going.

I was really upset about this. My granddaughter was raped and I wasn't allowed to be told anything. It was working on my mind. I might be an old man but my family meant everything to me. I called my daughter daily to find out how the case was going. I knew it bothered her also so I went over to visit with her and Becky.

All in all they were handling it well. Becky wanted to talk to me alone so after Cindy went to do some of her chores I went in the living room to talk with my Becky. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "Grandpa, I'm scared. I'm trying to be a brave girl in front of mom but I'm worried."

"What's the matter, Becky? Are you afraid of getting pregnant?" I asked.

She gave me a slight smile and said, "No, grandpa, I'm on the pill. But what I didn't tell anyone is those two men said they are going to come back after me and I'm scared to death. I've been having nightmares about them coming back and raping me again. I don't know what to do, grandpa, I don't know what to do. I'm afraid to tell mom and dad. It would just worry them more. You always said I could come to you so I did."

I put my arms around her and said, "I promise you that these two men will never hurt you again, and I've always kept my promises to you."

She hugged me and said, "I love you, grandpa." We both had tears in our eyes.

I went downstairs and Cindy told me she just got a call from the prosecutors office. They were going to have a hearing in an hour and it looked like they were going to have to drop the charges. They said they didn't have enough evidence. Cindy stated that Becky didn't have to be there and it would be better if she wasn't. 

I told Cindy I was going down and find out what was happening. I told Cindy not to say anything to Becky until I got back that night or the next day. Cindy was scared too. How could they just let two rapists go?

I sat in the court room. The presiding judge said that this was just a hearing to see if these two men would be formally charged for rape. The prosecutor stated his case saying that these two men raped this eighteen year old girl. He told them the exact story that Becky had related to us.

The judge asked if there were any witnesses besides the girl. The prosecutor said "No judge," the other bar patrons would not testify saying she was raped. 

"What other evidence do you have?' the judge asked the prosecutor.

"Just the statement from Ryan, the girls boyfriend, Your Honor. Also a picture of the men's car sitting outside of the bar. We also have all the evidence from the hospital, sperm samples and such."

The Judge looked over at the lawyer for the defense and asked him to state his case.

"Your Honor, we are not disputing that the defendants had sexual intercourse with the lady in question. Yes, they had consensual sex with her. Not at any time did she say, 'No' until after they had finished. Then she felt bad about cheating on her boy friend and then accused the defendants of rape."

I was getting pissed listening to this pack of lies against my granddaughter. There is no way she would have had consensual sex with these two assholes.

The attorney continued, "There were other people in the tavern at the time. I have their sworn statements that say she agreed to have intercourse with these two men. I even have a statement from the bartender who owns the tavern. As far as their vehicle being there, it would be. We don't deny any of that. Also your honor, it was the hospital that called the police, not the so-called victim. The hospital reports are inconclusive as you can see. She was not a virgin and according to the hospital reports she was on the pill. We believe she asked for and wanted the sexual intercourse but just felt guilty afterwards."

The two assholes were just sitting there grinning at each other. My stomach was upset just looking at them. These were evil men and I know would hurt young girls again if they got the chance.

The Judge looked at the prosecutor and told him there just was not enough evidence to take these men to trial. He was sorry but the charges would be dropped and the case dismissed.

I was devastated. My sweet young granddaughter was raped and the court system didn't work. I made her a promise that these men would never bother her again. I was going to keep that promise.

I called my daughter, Cindy, and told he the bad news. She had said that the prosecutor had called after I had left for the court and told her what was probably going to happen. He was sorry but there was nothing he could do. I told Cindy not to mention it to Becky that night. I wanted to tell her myself in the morning. I wanted her to get a good night's sleep.

I drove to the nearest pawn shop and picked up a pistol. I didn't know much about them. I never really owned a gun. The pawn broker gave me a deal because I paid cash. He even gave me a half a box of bullets. He did an under-the-table deal so I didn't even fill out any papers. I gave him the money, probably twice what the pistol was worth. As I said, I had no idea what they cost.

I decided to go and get something in my stomach. Sort of a last supper. I went to one of my favorite restaurants and got myself a good meal. I looked outside and it began to get dark and started to rain. I guess it could have been a dark and stormy night. I remember a lot of stories starting out that way. But that night it was coming true. After leaving the confines of my favorite restaurant I walked outside. It truly was a dark and stormy night. I put on my hat, coat and gloves and headed to my car.

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I looked over at the bartender and said, "You are one yellow-bellied son of a bitch. You let my granddaughter get raped in your bar. What kind of a fucking man are you?" Then I looked back at Big Jim. "You, mother-fucker, are about to die," and I fired my first shot into his abdomen. Then I looked at gimp pleading with me as I fired a shot into his stomach also. As they fell to the floor I fired a second shot into each of their private areas.

As they were rolling around on the floor I looked at the bartender. He was yelling, 'Please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me, I have a wife and kids." The rest of the patrons just huddled and started crying. 

I took the pistol and laid it up on the bar. I reached in my pockets and took out the remainder of the shells and set them on the bar also. Then I turned around and walked out of the bar. I went home to be with my family until the police would come and take me away.

When I got to the house, my son asked, "Where have you been?"

I told him I had some very important business to take care of. He said that Cindy had called and told him that the charges were dropped on the rapists. I told him I knew because I was at the court house. I told him not to worry, everything would work itself out. I told him I was going to my room and rest. I said if anyone should want to see me to come and get me. I know he thought it was strange for me to say something like that but he said okay.




Becky's Revenging Angel



I fell asleep and the next thing I knew it was morning. I remembered I was supposed to go talk to Becky this morning. Where were the police? Why hadn't they come and gotten me yet? I dressed and told my son I was going over to Cindy's for a little bit and that I would see him later.

When I got to Cindy's I asked where Becky was? Cindy said she was sitting on the back porch. She was waiting for me, she had something personal she wanted to tell me. Cindy knew that I often talked with the kids. She liked the way I always bonded with them.

I went to the porch swing and Becky jumped up and gave me a big hug. She said, "Grandpa, I slept great last night, like a big burden was lifted from me. I'm not afraid anymore. I don't know why except talking to you just made me feel safe. It's like you're my guardian angel. Do you believe in angels, grandpa?"

"I sure do, Becky, and you're one of my little angels," I said with tears in my eyes.

All of a sudden we heard Cindy yell from the house, "Dad, Becky, come here, hurry, come here quick. You have to see this." 

We ran into the room. Cindy had the news on. The newsman said that two men were shot three times each while trying to rob a tavern on the lower east side. The bartender and owner of the tavern said the two men tried to rob the bar and six patrons at knife-point. who were there at the time. The bartender said he shot at them twice while they tried to break into the cash register but since they would not drop their knives he put a third shot to the back of their head. The shooting is still under investigation but no charges have been filed.

Cindy looked at me and Becky and said, "Becky, you won't have to testify now. Those were the men who raped you so everything ought to be better now." They hugged each other.

Becky looked at her mom and said, "Everything will be alright, mom. You see, I have a guardian angel," as she looked over at me.

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