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Double Payback

By: PuttyHund



This story is about my wife getting revenge after she caught me screwing my intern. From this experience, we developed a mutual understanding and appreciation of the trade-offs in life. These trade-offs have enabled us to be happily married for almost fifteen years.

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I was married to my wife, Julie, for a little over two years when one day she literally caught me with my pants down. She wanted to surprise me for my birthday and stopped by my law firm to take me to lunch. Needless to say, I was very surprised when she walked into my office and saw me with my sweet twenty-one year old intern. I was like a kid caught with my hand in the candy jar. Only this time, my fingers were stuck up my pretty little blonde intern's ass while she was down on her knees giving me a blowjob.

Julie said a few expletives, threw my high school state championship golf trophy at me, and stormed off in her Jaguar. I quickly pulled up my pants and followed her home. When I got there, my clothes were on the front lawn. 

Julie met me at the door and started screaming, "You no good dirty bastard so that is what you have been working on all those nights that I thought you were working late!" 

I replied, "Julie, I was working late all those nights so that you could have that damn Jaguar, a 10,000 square foot house, designer clothes, and a tennis club membership." 

"So do you love her?" Julie asked.

"No, I love you." I replied.

"How could you do this to me?" She asked.

I replied, "It was only sex. It had nothing to do with love. I love you."

"Then why?" She asked.

"It was stress. Working those long hours make me really tired. Sex re-energizes me so I can get through the day." I replied.

She screamed, "Why couldn't you just whack off or come home and fuck me?" 

I replied, "I would, but you are always playing tennis at the health club."

Julie screamed "Don't blame me shit head! I was only playing tennis because you were never home. Plus, I know how you like to show-off my body to your friends." 

Julie was right. She did have a fabulous body and I did like to show her off. Julie was 5'5" and 105lbs with golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had bouncy 36c tits, a tiny waist, a perfect heart shaped ass, and lean long legs.

"How could you?" She asked.

I said, "You know I am just a horny bastard. I was whacking off one day and she walked in on me. One thing led to another and she ended up giving me a blow job."

"How long has this been going on?" Julie inquired.

I replied, "About six months, and my billables have gone off the charts! It is just a little pick-me-upper to help me get through those long hours I put in." She asked, "You have no feelings for her?"

I sternly responded, "Absolutely none!" "It was just pure unabated sex." Although I did not mean it, I boldly stated, "To prove it, you should go out and fuck some guy so you can even the score." 

Julie screamed "Even the score! Even the score! You deserve a double payback for what you did to me!" 

I sarcastically said, "Hell, fuck two guys." 

Julie added, "But I want you to see me just like I saw you!" 

I replied, "I will be glad to watch!" 

Julie said, "You are just saying that because you know that I won't do it." 

I looked her dead-pan in the eyes and said, "Julie, if that will allow you to forgive me in order for us to save our marriage, I want you to do it." It was easy for me to bluff her because I knew that Julie would never do such a thing.

Under her breath, Julie mumbled, "You will more than pay for what you did to me." She went to bed and didn't speak to me for about a week. 

I was working late one night at my office when I got this phone call from Julie. She told me that she was stopping by my office with two friends from the tennis club. She told me to leave my banker's light on and to climb under my desk.

I asked, "What is going on?"

She replied, "You want me to forgive you so just keep your damn mouth shut and watch! If you don't, I am going to divorce your ass and take everything you got!" On that note, she hung up the phone.

When I saw her Jag pull up into the parking lot, I did as she instructed. I left only the banker's light on and crawled under my desk. I thought this was Julie's way of trying to humiliate me. I thought that she would barge in with a camera, take a picture of me under my desk and tease me mercifully thereafter. Thus, I was willing to play along if this meant that Julie would forgive me. Besides, I knew that the makeup sex would be incredible.

However, I heard more than one person's laughter as Julie entered my office. I looked out of the grip hole from under the top of my desk and saw two guys with Julie. They all had tennis outfits on. Julie wore a tight white halter top with a short pink skirt that showed off her long tan legs and barely covered her firm ass. She referred to the guys as Stephano and Mats. Julie suggested that they sit on the couch and asked them if they wanted a drink from my personal bar.

I remembered Julie telling me that all the women at the club had the "hots" for these two tennis pros. Now I understood why. These guys were very muscular and looked like Calvin Klein models. Stephano was of Greek origin. He was definitely tall, dark and handsome. He was about 6'4" and 200lbs. He was on the lean muscular side. He had coal black eyes to match his curly black hair. Mats was your typical blonde-haired blue-eyed Swede. He was about 6'0" and 225 lbs. He was on the stocky side with a barrel chest and thick neck.

Julie went over to my personal bar to get the guys a drink. In a very unladylike fashion, she bent over to get some ice. To my surprise, she had nothing on underneath her skirt. All in the room could see her clean shaven pussy and her puckered pink asshole. I quickly realized that she was serious about giving me my payback. Julie only shaves her pussy on my birthday because she knows how much it turns me on. 

It was bad enough that she was showing her bald pussy to these bums, but what really made me mad was when she poured my prized $1,200 bottle of scotch for them to drink. 

Julie took the drinks over to the guys and squeezed her tight little body in between them. She told them that she had invited them over for a drink because she wanted to teach her husband a lesson. Julie told them that she had caught me cheating with my intern on the very couch that they were sitting on.

Julie said, "The only way that I can get even with my dumb ass husband is to cause him twice the pain that he made me feel-- a double payback." Needless to say, the guys comforted Julie by telling her that she was one of the hottest babes at the club and had one of the best bodies.

They quickly finished off the fifth of scotch when Julie asked them about their nicknames -- deep and wide. Stephano was known as deep while Mats was known as wide. Stephano said that they got the nicknames when they were double partners in college. Mats added that he always hits the ball wide while Stephano hits the ball deep. Julie made a sexual innuendo implying that the girls at club had said it was for other reasons. The guys laughed at her remark.

Julie told the guys that she wanted to see for herself if what the girls were saying was true. It was obvious that the guys had been asked this question before because they both in unison said, "If we show ours, then you must show yours!" Julie wickedly smiled and nodded yes. With that, the guys pulled down their shorts. The girls at the club were right! Stephano had a cock that was about 12" long and 5" wide in circumference, while Mats had a cock that was about 10" long and 6" wide. Julie had never seen such big cocks before. My dick is only about 6" long and 3" wide. The biggest she had before was an old boyfriend in college who was about 8" long and 4" wide. 

Julie screamed, "Oh my! You have the longest and thickest cocks that I have ever seen! You both are so much bigger than my husband!" After making sure that I heard that comment, Julie reached over and started stroking their cocks- one in each hand. Her small hand barely fit around their big dicks.

Stephano pulled Julie's shirt off while Mats undid her skirt. Stephano sucked on one tit and rubbed her clit, while Mats sucked on the other tit and fingered her pussy. Julie started to moan and sigh. After about five minutes, Julie's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body convulsed with an orgasm.

Julie said, "I need to taste some big cock." She got on her knees and started sucking their dicks. She would suck one guy while whacking off the other. The guys complimented her cock sucking ability and said that she was one of the best at the club. I could see that Julie was getting excited as her pussy juice started to run down her legs. Ironically, her excitement started to make me excited. I quickly forgot about being mad at them for drinking my scotch.

After she got the guys rock hard, Julie told Mats to sit on the couch and Stephano to fuck her from behind. The guys did as they were told and got into position. Julie took Mats thick cock in her mouth while Stephano slowly slid his cock into her pussy. Julie started rocking back and forth between them. I could not believe that I was watching my beautiful wife getting fucked by two big studs and I wasn't jealous. In fact, I was weirdly enjoying it. After about 10 minutes, Mats said that he wanted to "try" that tight pussy, and he and Stephano switched positions. While Mats was fucking Julie, he started fingering her asshole. I was surprised that Julie allowed him access to her rosebud since she doesn't like anal sex. When Mats stuck his thumb into her ass, Julie pulled Stephano's dick from her mouth. I thought that she was going to tell Mats to stop, but instead she said that she wanted to become a member of the sandwich club like the other girls at the tennis club.

I couldn't believe that my sweet innocent Julie was going to go through with this. I thought to myself, "What type of women hang out at that club?" The obvious answer is very horny women.

Facing Stephano, Julie climbed on top of him and slowly slid her pussy onto his cock. After Julie took the entire shaft, she held still so Mats could slowly work his cock into her ass. Julie told both guys not to move and started rocking back and forth in order to "loosen" herself up. When she could easily accommodate both of them, Julie told them to start fucking her really hard.

Julie yelled, "Now I know why they call you deep and wide. My pussy and ass has never been stretched this wide or prodded this deep before. But, it feels so fuck'in good! I love big cocks! I am going to come!"

After Julie came, she said that she wanted to come again, but this time she wanted Mats in her pussy and Stephano in her ass. Julie turned over and lay on top of Stephano facing Mats. She put Stephano's cock into her ass and spread her legs high into the air. With his big hands, Mats took hold of her ankles and entered her pussy.

Julie said, "I want you to fuck me for all that I am worth! I want you to come inside me with those big cocks! I want you to teach my small dick husband a lesson!"

The two guys started pounding her fast and furiously. Within minutes, Julie's body started to convulse and they all screamed that they were coming.

Julie got dressed and thanked the guys for the performance telling them that it was the best sex that she ever had. Julie told them that she was going to take a cab home because she was too sore to drive. Julie gave them the keys to the Jag and told them to keep it as a present because she was going on vacation and her husband was going to buy her a new car while she was gone. Needless to say, this was the first time that I had heard of this.

The guys quickly left so they could try out their new wheels. I got up from under my desk and followed Julie out the door. On our way to my car, she said, "Honey, make sure you keep fucking that intern good, because I want all of my friends at the club to see me in my new Mercedes Benz after I get back from the south of France." 

Double Payback Ch. 02



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Sorry, stupid bitch, I make the rules - my sequel to Puttyhund's Double Payback

http://www.literotica.com/s/double-payback

As in so many of these stories, women want payback, but never in kind. They always want to take things to the next step, escalating. A powerful man doesn't roll over, and let the trophy wife fuck him over. No way. Trophy wives are a dime-a-dozen. As Julie would learn...

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are simply unsatisfying. The ending, for one reason or another is ridiculous, and calls for a follow-up ending. I'll give you my idea of that 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. I do believe in reconciliation, under the right circumstances.

For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile. 

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On the ride back to our house, after the last hour spent cheating on me and humiliating me, I was upset. I don't know what she was thinking, chatting about how wonderful the sex was, how much better than me they were, why she'd waited for so long to get a real dick. If she was trying to humiliate me, it was too late.

I was past humiliation, deep into anger, well on my way to revenge.

The conversation was one way. I didn't speak to her. I couldn't without letting my feelings show, and I didn't want to do that. Not yet.

Entering the house, she headed straight for the bedroom. I had a drink, bracing myself to act like the repentant husband, until I could straighten things out.

After the drink, I entered what had once been our bedroom. She was in the bed, eyes closed, obviously awake, from her immediate response to my presence. "Don't even think about it. I'm too wore out from those huge cocks to even think about sex. Hell, I won't even be able to feel your puny little dick for days."

Stupid slut, didn't know when to quit. I turned and left the room, retiring to my study. She'd made up my mind for me.

Within the hour I had booked her first class travel and accommodations to the south of France, as she'd requested. Two full weeks. I rented her a small villa on the water. I'd also hired private investigators to wire the place for audio and video, and to have her observed. It was the least I could do.

I crawled into the bed, and was surprised when she rolled over to me. "I...I'm sorry if I overdid it. We're even now, but if you keep fucking that intern, I'll be getting double-payback and you can count on that."

"I never fucked her. I told you that. I got a blowjob. That's all. And yes, you overdid it."

"You said I could fuck two men. You said so."

"I did. You fucked them. I don't want to talk about it."

"Don't get all pissy with me! You're the one who cheated, you bastard," she snapped, and rolled away from me.

I lay back and ran through my plans. It was surprising how easily I fell asleep, once I'd made my decision.

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Julie was understandably exhausted the next morning. I let her sleep in as I packed her bags, and printed out her tickets and itinerary. I placed her luggage by the door. I had Maria cook a nice breakfast, and I cleaned myself and dressed for the day.

When she came down the stairs later, she was walking carefully, obviously sore. She looked up at me, and I thought I saw a hint of shame, maybe embarrassment. Maybe.

"Morning," she said cautiously.

I got up and gave her a hug. "Good morning, beautiful. I'm sorry I drove you to such an extreme. I'm going to make it up to you. No more BJs from the intern, I promise."

She hugged me back. "I'm sorry if I overdid it last night. You're not mad, are you?"

"I wasn't happy, but I understand your feelings." I drew her to the table, and watched her wince as she sat down. Still tender. Whore.

Maria brought out breakfast, and Julie attacked the coffee like a starving animal. She looked up and saw the envelope in front of her. "What's this?"

"Open it," I said, smiling.

She did, and I saw her eyes open wide. "Sainte-Tropez?"

"You said the south of France, didn't you? Your favorite villa," I pointed out.

"When?"

"Tonight. Two weeks. I hope when you get back, we can have a fresh start."

"Tonight? So soon? I...I don't know if I can be ready..."

I laughed. "You're already packed. Guillermo will drive you anywhere you want today, for last minute shopping. Your spa appointment is at 4:00. Anything you miss, you can buy when you get there."

I walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I need to go to work now. Guillermo will pick you up in an hour. Have fun today, and I'll see you tonight."

She looked nervous. "You're really not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" I asked. "I screwed up, you got your payback. Double-payback as I recall. Time to move on, we can't dwell on this. Do you still love me?" I asked.

"More than ever, honey," she said softly.

"Good. Then have fun today, and I'll see you tonight."

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At the office, I started putting things in motion. It didn't take long, and I returned to doing my real work, I needed to keep the billables up, if I expected to keep moving upward within the firm. I took my afternoon intern break. I had promised my wife no more BJs from the lovely young Linda, so I finally pounded her sweet pussy, for a good 20 minutes, finding it relieved the stress of the day almost as well. 

I closed up early, not wanting to worry my wife, and drove to the restaurant where I'd arranged reservations.

She was there, looking absolutely gorgeous. I kissed her on the cheek and took her to our table. She was radiant, stunning, the perfect trophy wife, to all appearances. Of course, appearances can be deceiving. "Did you have a good day?"

"Wonderful. Thank you. I think this is the perfect start to getting our marriage back on track. I know things were a little crazy yesterday..."

"Shh. We don't even have to talk about it, as long as you're happy. Tell me about your shopping."

Like I gave a damn, but I knew what I was doing. I didn't have to speak more than a sentence or two, other than interjecting with appropriate, "Really?" "Sounds great!" "MmmHmm," "That's nice," and other fitting exhortations.

After dinner, Guillermo had transferred her bags to my car, and I took her to the airport. I hugged and kissed her, and promised a new start when she returned. I watched her get on the plane, and smiled.

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A week later, I had the evidence I needed. More than enough. Just as I thought, after fucking around with 'Long' and 'Deep', she was eager for more. And I had it all on video. I closed our joint accounts moved the money, and cancelled the joint credit cards. 

I gave Mitchell the go-ahead to file the divorce, on grounds of abandonment and adultery. I reported the theft of my wife's car. I felt pretty confident she'd get little out of me. It was Houston after all, where adultery still meant something. We'd only been together two years, and that meant no alimony, or 'maintenance' as we call it. Everything I'd brought into the marriage would remain mine. She could get a lawyer and fight it, but it would be interesting to see her try. She had no money she could get her hands on. Not many lawyers would want to piss off me or my firm by taking her on, nobody reputable, especially not after they saw my evidence. Word was out on the street, not to take her call.

Then again, I'd be surprised if she could even get back. The ticket was one way, the return ticket a fake. She had no money, no credit cards, and no passport, thanks to a visit by my PI friends. That last part only cost me an extra two grand.

Her tennis buddies were found, and locked up. They pleaded innocence, but they'd been caught red-handed, in the 'stolen' Jag. They claimed my wife had given the car to them. I argued how, since she didn't own the car, it was leased in my name. While they were trying to get bailed out, I made sure that all the men at the club learned that the pair were nicknamed 'Long' and 'Deep' by the many wives they were fucking. I offered to drop the charges, if they'd come clean about who'd they'd been with. The list was long, and there were a lot of unhappy trophy wives hitting the street within the week. A glut in the market, or should I say slut on the market.

Not a problem, since there were so many more young attractive women willing to do whatever it took for a chance at the high-life.

Of course, I added the slime-ball's affidavits to the charges of adultery against my wife.

I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was banging my intern daily, working off steam. The assholes who participated in my wife's revenge plans were apparently worked over pretty well, professionally it seems. Not my doing, but a lot of men don't take lightly to their wives fucking around on them. When the dynamic-duo got out of the hospital, they disappeared. The new tennis pro is good, and openly gay. His assistant is a woman.

Somehow, my wife made it back a few weeks later. I guess one of her few remaining, still married, friends helped her. She was pounding on the front door, screaming. I'd gotten word from the PI's watching her that she was on her way, closing out almost $20,000 of billables on their part. It was worth every single penny.

The process server I had waiting went around the house and met her on the front landing. She'd been served, and wasn't happy about it. 

"Let me in, you lousy bastard! I'll destroy you!"

The neighborhood security had her under control within a couple of minutes. The police were loading her in their vehicle 10 minutes later, for violating her restraining order. She should have read the papers.

For about a week, I received threatening calls, and I recorded them. When the judge reviewed the restraining order it was easy to get it extended. Three days later she was in jail again for breaking it, but the few friends she had must have seen the writing on the wall, and nobody would bail her out. 

I got a contrite call, two days later. "I surrender. Please, Honey. I'm sorry. I can't take anymore."

That was a good start. I was pissed at her, royally. But I was the one getting blowjobs and I did tell her she could fuck two guys. The way she went at it was way over the top, and she had to understand, I was with her because I loved her, and I wasn't going to accept that type of threats and behavior from her.

I called Mitchell, and had him revoke the restraining order. I bailed her sorry ass out, and had Guillermo pick her up and bring her home. She walked in the house, and I could see she was broken. Good.

"You look and smell like shit, Julie. Go cleanup, and when you're ready, come out and you and I will have a little talk."

It took her nearly 40 minutes, but she came out dressed in a sexy little robe, and I imagine very little underneath it. I suspected how she expected to smooth things over.

She sat down, and I passed her a glass of her favorite wine. I let the silence drag out, as I sipped my Scotch.

She put her glass down. "Why, Honey?"

"You disrespected me and humiliated me, Julie. I won't put up with that."

"But you cheated on me! You said I could fu...be with two guys," she whined. I could see her anger starting to rise and nipped it in the bud.

"You're here now because I love you, idiot that I am. If you piss me off, you'll be on the street in 30 seconds. Do you understand?" I snapped, glaring at her.

She nodded.

"Then you'll keep your attitude to yourself. You don't want to piss me off, Julie. I've been kind so far. We're talking. This is your last chance."

She nodded again.

"Yes, I said you could do it. I didn't think you would, but that's my own fault. I accepted that, but the way you did it was unacceptable. I got a blowjob, damn it! A fucking blowjob. I was discrete. I didn't do it to hurt you, I did it to blow off steam. Your idea of revenge was to have bareback sex with the two assholes that were fucking half the club? You just had to find the biggest dicks you could, and insult me the whole time you were getting fucked senseless. You humiliated me in front of them, insulting me! You think that's fair?"

"I...I said I was sorry," she mumbled.

"Sorry doesn't cut it. You know what I tell Linda, my intern, about you? That you're the most loving, most beautiful woman I know. You had to go and make a liar out of me. That business with threatening me with divorce, taking everything? Do you recognize how stupid that is yet?"

She nodded. "I didn't know. I thought..."

"You thought you knew more than I did? More about divorce than anyone in my firm? You think I make the money I do because I'm an idiot?"

She shook her head.

"What's going to happen to me?" she whined. "I have nothing, nowhere to stay, half my friends are divorced and the others won't speak to me. They all blame me for upsetting the apple cart. What am I supposed to do now?" The tears had started, and were dripping down her face.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want it back the way it was. Before. Please, honey, I...I'll do anything to get you back. Don't destroy me. It was a stupid mistake, made in anger. I'm sorry."

"Julie, you're a beautiful woman, and you're far from stupid. You finished college for God's sake, although your bachelor's in political science from the University of Bumfuck ain't gonna do much. You could get a job, support yourself."

"NO! I love you. I want us to be together. I screwed up, Ok? I disrespected you but I was angry. I won't do it again."

"You cheated on me, Julie."

"You said I could," she argued weekly.

I pulled out the pictures of her array of lovers in France. "You're saying I approved of this?"

She gasped, shook her head slowly, and the waterworks started again. Maybe she finally realized how bad it was.

"Something, baby. Something for our years together. Please? To help me get back on my feet," she pleaded mournfully.

I pulled out the manila envelope and passed it to her. Her hands were shaking as she opened it. The keys to her Jag fell out, as did some papers and an envelope. She started reading the papers. "What's this?"

"One year lease on an apartment. You sign the lease, and I'll pay it up front." 

She nodded, and opened the bulging envelope. The green of the bills was immediately evident.

"How...how much?" she asked.

"Two thousand in there. Twenty 100's. A check for another eight grand. For the next year, every month, you'll get another two-thousand. It's enough to live on, since you don't have to pay rent. The Jag is paid off, and I've paid up the insurance for a year."

"Thank you," she said softly. "So this is it?"

"If you sign the divorce papers, that's it."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll do my best to destroy you. I don't care what it costs."

"No other choice? No chance for us at all? I...I love you, you know. I was stupid, and angry, and selfish, but I love you. I'm sorry, and would do anything to make it up to you, if you would only give me another chance."

I pulled out the second manila envelope, and passed it to her.

She read it over. "I don't understand."

"It's quite simple, really. Another chance. A post-nuptial agreement. If you ever cheat on me again, you leave with nothing. Zero. If you initiate divorce proceedings against me, within the next two years, you get nothing. After that, you get an apartment paid for, the payments to be for as long as we were married. Four thousand a month, for every month we were together. An additional lump sum of $20K for each anniversary, after you sign."

"And if you divorce me?"

"For anything other than adultery, exactly double what you get if you initiate it."

Her hands were shaking as she read what was written. "What's this about kids?" she asked.

"If we divorce for anything other than adultery, we will have joint custody of the children, and you'll get a lump sum of $100K for each child, to make sure you can take care of them properly."

She nodded slowly, turning the pages. "This...termination?"

"Once any of our children reach the age of 18, everything becomes 50/50, except I keep the house, which was mine when we got married. We'll share joint custody of any minor children. I'll pay you maintenance, of an additional 20% of my income, unless you get married again or cohabitate for longer than three months, then it's terminated."

"What's the catch?" she asked, nervously.

"It's pretty clear, I hope. You sign this, I take you back and we move forward with our lives. You cheat on me again, and I leave you destitute."

"What if you cheat?" she asked. "Again."

"You can divorce me if you like."

"This isn't fair," she whined.

"Don't sign it. Take the first deal."

She closed her eyes, leaning back, crossing her arms. "It's not fair," she finally whined.

"Let's talk about 'fair' Julie. Let's discuss each other's roles in this marriage. What do you think my responsibilities are?"

"You provide for us, you love me, you stay faithful to me," she said, quite succinctly, I might add.

"And your role?"

"I keep our home, I love you, I stay faithful to you."

"So let me understand. I work my ass off, 60-70 hours a week, so I can provide you with everything you could desire. Big house, nice car, designer clothes, club membership, tennis lessons, spending money. You do nothing, except take care of yourself."

"I do a lot," she snapped.

"You don't clean, you don't cook, you don't pay the bills, you don't do anything except spend my money, spoil yourself, and show me a little love and affection. Very little as of late."

"That's not fair," she whined.

I was getting tired of it. "You need to shut the fuck up about what's fair, or get out of my house!" I snapped at her.

She shut up. I gave her a few seconds to see how stupid she'd be. She stayed quiet. I never said she was a total idiot.

"Let me tell you how I see our roles. I work my ass off for us. I provide for you very well. I take the seven years of education, and the four more years of working myself half-to-death, and make sure we live the good life. I love you, and I pamper you. I have a very difficult, stressful job, but I don't complain because I love making you happy."

She watched me carefully, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"You on the other hand, have only one role in this marriage. One. Perhaps in the future, if we have children that will change, but for now, it's pretty simple."

"And that is?" she asked.

"Make me happy. That's all you have to do. Keep me happy, and I'll take care of you, pamper you, give you a life you could never have on your own."

She just looked at me.

"Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"How happy do you think you made me in the last few weeks?"

"But you cheated on me!"

"That's not what I asked. Answer the damn question you ignorant slut!"

"Not very, I guess," she said after an interminable wait.

"That's right. Not happy at all." I moved closer to her and took her hand. "I screwed up. I should have told you about my stress, and what I was doing to relieve it. Maybe you could have come to the office every day, and taken care of it, if you could drag yourself away from your tennis lessons."

She had the decency to blush.

"I did wrong. Foolishly, I told you could have a revenge fuck, in order to even things up. It was stupid, but I believed you loved me, and wouldn't do it. All I got was a lousy blowjob. A couple of quick minutes and back to work, so you could live the life you love so much. But that wasn't enough for you, was it? You didn't want to get even, you wanted to pay me back. Double. You didn't get laid discretely. You got the two biggest dicks you could find, had bareback sex, risking both of our lives, let them come in you, and did your best to insult and humiliate me. So let's not talk about fair, shall we?"




Double Payback Ch. 02



"I was angry," she started.

"Were you angry with the three, that's right, three different men you fucked on your vacation? I guess you got used to two men at a time, you did that twice. Was that fair, Julie?" I will admit, she lasted four days before she succumbed to the men I threw her way. She didn't fight the seduction that hard. Once she had the first, she didn't sleep alone for the rest of the week. After they were off the payroll, they left her alone, and she didn't pursue anyone else.

She shook her head. I think she understood, there was no excuse for her behavior.

"If, and I mean if I take you back, how do you see your new role in our marriage?"

She hesitated. "Love you, and keep you happy," she said.

"Very good. And what is my role?"

"Take care of me and love me?" she asked.

"I think that's fair, don't you?"

"I can't stand the idea of you cheating on me, Honey. I can't, it drives me crazy."

"Then I guess it's your job to make sure I never want to cheat on you. You know I have a very high sex drive. What are you going to do about it?"

"It sounds like you want to make me your sex slave," she whined.

"I guess that means that if I get horny in the afternoon, you think I should take care of it myself."

"No! That's not what I meant."

I gathered up the second set of papers, and started putting them away. She leaned forward and I pulled them out of her reach. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Obviously, my attempt at reconciliation was a mistake. Sign the first set of papers and leave," I told her.

"But..."

"But nothing! One minute you're telling me you'll do anything, anything for another chance, and when I offer it to you, all you say is 'it's not fair,' and argue with me. I'm tired of this discussion, and at the moment I'm not happy. Not happy at all. So sign the fucking papers, or don't and just get the fuck out!"

I think she finally got it. She scooted over next to me, her hand reaching out tentatively to touch me. "Please, Honey. Let me sign the second set. I can make you happy. I promise. Very happy. Very, very happy, if you'll let me. Please?"

"I don't think so," I growled.

"Please? Let me try?"

"If I do, how do you see our roles?" I asked.

She cuddled up to me. "I keep you happy. So very happy that you'll never think of anyone but me," she said, her hand rubbing my thigh.

"And..."

"You take care of me, and love me, and I hope try to keep me happy too."

"And if I slip up? More humiliation? Insults? Threats? Cheating?"

"No honey. Never again. If you slip up, it's because I didn't do enough to keep you happy. I...I may argue with you, or even get angry. I can't promise that I never will. But I'll never insult you or cheat on you again. I know better than to threaten you now."

"There won't be another chance, Julie. How hard do you think it would be for me to find another beautiful woman intent on keeping me happy? Seems like there's suddenly a surfeit of them around."

"Please don't. I know you could, but they wouldn't love you like I do. They couldn't."

"You have a strange way of showing it. Five men in two weeks. Three threesomes, you filthy slut."

She blushed. "I was stupid, and I'm throwing myself on your mercy. Please. Let me sign the second set. I'll make sure you never regret it." She had her hand on my crotch, rubbing my hard-on.

I reached down and opened my pants. "Prove it."

She started taking off her robe, and I saw she was wearing panties. She reached down to lower them.

"Don't bother. I'm not fucking you, until you're tested and proven clean. Suck it."

She sucked me, and damned well. She was always good at that. A lot better than Linda, although the young thing tried hard. In spite of having pumped a load into my intern earlier that day, I still got off pretty quickly.

"That's a good start," I said.

I gave her the papers and she signed.

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I answered the call, already irritated with her. "You're not here."

"I...I'm still not done yet," she said softly. "I'm sorry. I can be there in less than 30 minutes."

"You don't think I know exactly where you are, at all times? The spa? Your fucking mud-bath is more important than me?"

"I didn't have a clock. I let the time get away from me. I'm sorry," she whined.

"Damn it, Julie! In 30 minutes, I've got the meeting. That's why I'm under stress as it is. You're sure not helping worth a damn! You couldn't find an hour in your busy day for me?"

"I'm sorry, baby. Please don't be angry."

"How happy do you think I am right now, Julie? How fucking happy am I?" I was practically yelling into the phone.

She was quiet for a while. "Your intern? Is she still there?"

"Linda? Yeah, but I haven't done anything with her since I took you back, and I don't appreciate you insinuating otherwise."

"I'm not," she pleaded. "Not insinuating. I thought she could help with your stress. This time. I'm not there, so I...I want you to be stress free, and happy. Can she help me?"

"This isn't fair to her," I snapped.

"Please, honey. Maybe I could talk to her,"

"Hold."

I called Linda. "My wife would like to talk to you, line one."

Five minutes later, Linda was closing my door behind her. She dropped to her knees, opening my pants.

"I'm sorry to get you involved in this," I said. "I meant it when I told you it was over."

"Shush, Boss. You've got an important meeting, and I'm gonna make sure you're good and relaxed before you go in there. Got it?"

The first one helped a lot. The second one was delightful and actually almost had me relaxed. The pretty little thing was bobbing her head away merrily, when I picked up the phone. "Julie?" I said when she picked up.

"You sound a little more relaxed," she giggled.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's...it's just such an important meeting. It could mean high 5 figures for us, personally."

"I understand, Honey. No need to explain. You're taking care of us. I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I wanted to be there, I hope you know that. I really wish I'd been there."

"Thank you for being, understanding," I said, stroking my young cock-sucker's hair, as she pleasured me.

"Linda took care of you well, I take it," she said.

"Uh...still taking care of me," I admitted.

"Still! You naughty man. Talking to your loving, supportive, guilt-ridden wife while the little tramp blows you?"

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so angry earlier."

"Tell me you love me, Honey."

"God, I love you so much, baby."

"You don't love her. It's only stress relief."

"That's all. I promise."

"Say it. Say it so she can hear it. Say you don't love her."

"I don't love her. I appreciate what she does for me, but I don't love her. I love only you."

Her voice became calmer, tender. "Put her on, please."

I handed Linda the phone, and she stroked my cock. "Hello?"

"No, I understand perfectly. I'm taking care of him...Of course not!...I know, it's pretty obvious, don't you think?...I promise. Just a few more minutes, and he'll be good to go...Thank you, too. I will...Sure, and you're welcome."

She slipped my cock back in her mouth, and handed me the phone.

"Julie?"

"I think Linda and I understand each other. You need to let her take off for a long lunch tomorrow, she and I need to talk some more."

"Don't be mad at her," I said.

She chuckled. "I'm not. I appreciate that you stopped everything like you promised, and she didn't force the issue. Now she's doing me a favor. No, I'm not mad at all. Knock 'em dead in your meeting, and know that I love you. When I get you home tonight, I'm gonna erase all memories of that stupid blowjob from your head, you hear me?"

"Yes, Dear."

She giggled. "Is it good?"

"Very."

"Better?"

"No way. Of course not!"

"Are you close?"

"Getting there."

"Want me to talk dirty to you?"

"Aren't you still at the spa?"

"Yeah. I don't care."

I sighed, and brushed Linda's hair back. "I love blowjobs," I said softly.

"I know, honey. She's sucking you now, isn't she? Still, while you talk to me on the phone."

"Yes," I moaned.

"Can you pretend it's me? Me, there, between your legs. Maybe both of us, taking care of you, sucking that big hard cock. Alternating it between us, our lips and tongues dueling to pleasure you. Making you crazy, sucking all the stress out of you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Honey? The two of us, sucking you dry."

"Yes."

"I need you to come for me. Build up a nice big one, and come for me. Fill the little tart's mouth. Make her suck the juice out and swallow it. All of it. Fuck her young innocent face."

"Uhh," I groaned, approaching the point of no return.

"Yeah, I know that sound. You're close. You're gonna come hard, aren't you? Making your poor wife listen to you fuck that girl's face. Come in her mouth. Give her that cum, that should be mine. That should be boiling up inside of me, searching out my eggs, making a mommy out of me. That's my cum you're giving her. Mine."

I almost dropped the phone and grunted as I spurted into my intern's mouth.

"That's it, Honey. Load her up. Make her choke on it. Fill that nasty mouth, while you make your poor suffering wife listen. I...I'm so horny now, you're gonna have to take care of me tonight."

I leaned back, satisfied, as Linda sucked me clean, then tucked my cock away. She sat up and kissed me on the cheek. She leaned across me to speak into the phone. "Two big ones, Julie. He was tied up like a knot. It was the worst I've seen him in quite a while."

Julie chuckled. "Tell her goodbye, Dear."

"Thanks, Linda. I'm fine now."

"Alright. Glad I could be of service." She turned and walked away.

"Happy now?" Julie teased.

"Yes. Much better."

"Good. Sorry I couldn't be there for you. You know your happiness means everything to me. Now go knock 'em dead."

"I will. They won't know what hit them."

She laughed. "Now that's my confident, stress free, man. If you can get off at a reasonable time, I'd appreciate it. I'm literally dripping. I need you, honey. Tell me you don't love her, you love only me."

"Only you. Best wife in the world. I don't love her, not in the least. Only you."

"Good. Hurry home, I'll be waiting in our bed. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

I finished buckling my pants, and stood, straightening my clothes. Life was good.

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