16 comments/ 195180 views/ 19 favorites Getting Revenge on Cuckold's Wife By: Margin Walker "What?" I ask him. I know what he said, but I can't believe he would actually ask me that. "You heard me," he says sheepishly. He looks down at the table and takes a drink of his White Russian, sucking it through the straw. "Yeah, but I just want to make sure I heard you correctly," I reply, feeling my eyebrows furrow as I get noticeably angrier. Jay looks up at me timidly and then sits up in his chair. "I said," he starts, and then clears his throat. He looks around the bar to make sure nobody is listening to us. He leans in closer and whispers, "Will you sleep with my wife?" He sits back in his chair with his drink in his hands. I stare at him, clenching my teeth together, and watching him avoid my stare. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I yell at him. "Shhhh," he hushes me and leans across the table. "Let's keep this quiet." "Quiet?" I yell at him. I slam my empty beer bottle onto the table. "The last thing you have to worry about is me being quiet!" Jay glances around the bar and then reaches his hand out to grab me. "Please, Mike, calm down. If you don't want to, that's fine. I understand. She just wanted me to ask you," he blurts out quickly. I pull my arm away from him and slouch back in my chair. I stare at him, wanting to yell at him, wanting to throw my bottle at him, but feeling too much pity for him to hurt him. I watch him with his head hanging low, unable to look up at me, his back arched. It's obvious how difficult it was for him to ask me this. He has been beaten. I can't beat him anymore. He's already taken too much. The waitress sets another beer on the table. I nod to her as she turns to leave. I pick up the beer and take a drink. I sigh deeply and lean back over the table. "Jay! Jay, look at me," I say sternly. He looks up at me with his head still hanging down. "Lift your head up and look at me," I tell him. He lifts his head up. "Listen, Mike..." he starts. "Shut up!" I yell at him. "How long has she been cheating on you?" He drops his eyes back to the table. "Look at me and answer me," I say sternly. He looks up at me again. "She's not really cheating on me. I mean...I know she's sleeping with other guys." He looks around the bar again. He leans across the table and says lowly, "We've been doing it almost our whole marriage. Sometimes I find her a guy. Sometimes she finds one. She has sex with them..." He stops and looks down at the table again. He takes another drink through the straw and swirls the straw in the glass. The ice clinks against the side of the glass. "And?" I say, pushing him to tell the rest. He looks up at me wearily. "And I watch. And sometimes I join in. If she wants me to. But mostly I just watch." He stares at me resignedly. "And you want me to have sex with your wife? While you watch," I say as I slide my fingers up and down the wet bottle. "If you want to," he says. "But I don't have to watch. She'll at least want me in the house somewhere." "So that you know she's getting fucked by someone who ain't you?" I say to him. He nods his head slowly. "What a fucking bitch!" I yell. Jay's head snaps up, his eyes squinted, glaring at me. "Don't call her that," he says. I smile at him and take a sip from my beer. "Jay..." I say and start to laugh. "What?" he asks, starting to get mad at me. "Nothing. I just needed that laugh. You are a dumbass." "Fuck you, Mike," he says. "Fuck me? You're the one defending the honor of the wife who fucks around on you. If you want to get mad at someone, get mad at her. She's a bitch. She's treating you like her dog and you just take it. Grow some fucking balls." "You don't understand," he says. "I don't understand?" I say loudly and slam my fist into the table. "I don't understand? I understand perfectly. Remember when Rebecca cheated on me?" Jay looks at me and nods. "Yeah. I remember. I told Julia that you wouldn't be interested, not after Rebecca...well...I told her." "Damn right I'm not interested and it has nothing to do with Rebecca. All I'm saying is that I know what it's like to have your wife cheat on you. Only I didn't stand for it. I didn't sit there and watch them fuck." "No," he blurts out. "You got yourself arrested and almost put in jail." "You're fucking right I did. He deserved it. I just wish I could have got a hold of the other asshole too." I laugh to myself. "But I'm not you Mike." Jay takes a sip from his drink and folds his hands on the table. He stares at his fingers as he talks. "I can't just beat up these guys. I mean I invite them in." "Do you want them fucking her? Do you get off watching these guys fuck your wife?" He hesitates, staring at his hands. "No." "Then end it!" I yell. "Divorce the bitch!" "Mike," he says, looking up at me again. "I love her. I don't want to lose her." I sigh loudly. I sit back in my chair and stare at my almost empty beer bottle. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner, Jay? It's been what? Seven years?" He nods slowly. "Yeah. I just couldn't face you. I knew what you'd say. I knew you'd never stand for it. And after what happened with Rebecca...well...I thought you wouldn't be able to even talk to me again..." he stops and takes another sip from his drink. "I just didn't want you to think I was...I don't know...some pussy-whipped husband." "You are a pussy-whipped husband," I say and chuckle. I reach out and slap him lightly on the shoulder. He smiles up at me. "And look, we're going to take care of this." The smile fades from his face. "What are you talking about? Take care of this?" he asks suspiciously. "We'll fix her and maybe in the process get your manhood back." I smile at him. "If you ever had any in the first place. Finish your drink and let's go somewhere else to talk about it." I chug the last of my beer and drop some bills on the table before we walk out. We drive back to my apartment and spend most of the night talking. I eventually wear him down and get him to agree to my plan. He goes home, reluctant but agreeable, to tell his wife I will have sex with her. Jay and I have been friends since middle school. He's always been a small, shy guy who doesn't get much respect. I've always stood up for him and tried to take care of him. I'm a big guy at 6'4" and 250 pounds. I've never had trouble taking care of myself and taking care of Jay was even easier. In fact, I think he's pretty lucky to have found a friend like me who won't just take advantage of him like most people do. I remember when he married Julia just after college. I wondered how he could get a girl like her. She was tall at 5'10" and very slender, definitely the best looking girl he had ever dated. Since they've been married she's filled out more and has become more voluptuous instead of so model skinny like she was in college. I think Jay thought he didn't deserve a woman so beautiful. She had him completely under her control and it sounds like that's exactly what she wanted. She gets her amusement out of demoralizing Jay. That's over as far as I'm concerned. I lay in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about Jay and Julia. Naturally, my mind drifts to Rebecca. I loved her or at least I think I loved her. But how can you have loved someone so much then yet hate so much now? Our marriage had been rocky from the beginning. We were both too young to get married. Neither of us had been in a serious relationship before. But at the time all that mattered was that we loved each other and wanted to be together forever. We both had only had sex with each other and we both liked it that way. It made what we had together that much more special. Then as our marriage had problems our sex life went bad. We both tried to work on it, but nothing worked until Rebecca found her exhibitionist side. She had always been shy about her body and sex. She had long, dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She was 5'7" tall with really long legs. She wore clothes that hid her sexy body and I tried to get her to dress sexier. One day she did when I had friends over to watch a game. In what was the biggest mistake of my life we ended up having sex in front of my friends. It's a long story, but needless to say it changed our marriage. Rebecca found that she enjoyed sex more when it wasn't just the two of us having sex privately in our bedroom. She became more adventurous, wanting to have sex in public places. She started dressing sexier until she basically looked liked a slut. She talked about swinging, group sex, and threesomes. I was completely shocked. I didn't want anything to do with any of it. I couldn't bear to think of another guy having sex with my wife. I just wanted the woman I fell in love with to come back. She was dissatisfied and our marriage just got worse. We didn't talk much. We never had sex. One night I was working late as was typical for me at the time, except I couldn't get any work done. I was just thinking about Rebecca and our marriage. I worked too much and I knew it. I decided to drop what I was doing, put in for a few vacation days, and take her on a romantic vacation. I left work and went home to make plans. When I got home I wasn't surprised to see a friend's car in the driveway. I had satellite television and got all of the major sports packages so my friends would come over to watch a game that they really wanted to see. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to spend the night with Rebecca, but I figured I could get Brad and anybody else he might have brought over to leave. I opened the front door and heard Hendrix's Electric Ladyland album playing loudly. I smelled marijuana smoke. We smoked it from time to time with my friends, but not often. I was thinking that maybe there was a party going on in our house. I closed the door behind me and walked into the living room. For the rest of my life I'll never forget what I saw. I stopped dead in my tracks. My entire body went ice cold. I could feel my heart pounding painfully in my chest. Even thinking about it now gives me the same feelings of shock and dread. I felt like everything was wrong, like I had stepped into another universe and nothing made sense anymore. I saw my whole life fall apart in a single instant. Rebecca was completely naked and bent over our coffee table with her knees on the floor and her arms holding her body straight over the table. Brad was naked behind her, kneeling between her legs, fucking her. Another friend, Josh, was standing naked on the other side of the table in front of her with his cock in her mouth. Crosstown Traffic was blaring so loudly that I couldn't even hear them as Brad thrust into her from behind and she sucked on Josh. Brad was gripping her hips tightly, his eyes locked on her rocking body. Josh was holding her head, moving her back and forth on his cock. She was pushing her body back against Brad and lifted a hand up to wrap it around the base of Josh's cock. I snapped. I don't know how long I stood there. Looking back it seems like hours. I broke into the room like a mad bull. I dove into Brad. I drove his body into the ground hard. My mind shut down. I couldn't feel anything. I wasn't thinking. I was just a mass of rage and I let it out on Brad. I'm not exactly sure how long I beat him. I can't remember it too well. All I can remember is Rebecca screaming over the loud music, my fists crashing into Brad's head, and yelling obscenities at him. At some point, Rebecca tried to push me off of him and I shoved her. She fell over the coffee table and hit the floor hard. I turned back to him and grabbed his head. I started bashing his face into the ground. Then, Rebecca was standing in front of me naked, holding her cellular phone in her hand, yelling into the phone and yelling at me. She was calling the police. I stood up from his still body and kicked him a few times hard in the ribs. Rebecca propelled her body into me. I stumbled sideways, grabbing onto her as I fell. I collapsed into my oversized chair with her on top of me. I grabbed her flailing arms and pinned her against the side of the chair. I pulled her down onto the chair and twisted myself on top of her so I was straddling her and holding her down. She struggled against me, jerking her body and pulling at her arms, but I had her tight. Eventually she stopped and lied still, her chest heaving, and looked up at me. Her eyes were glassy and red from marijuana and lust. Her face and hair were made up like a hooker. I didn't recognize her as the woman I fell in love with back in college. As we watched each other, my anger continued to fade to a dull flame burning in my chest. My body was shaking from exertion and emotion. I released her and stood up. I sat on the couch and waited for the cops. I was arrested and booked for assault and battery. The judge was lenient, understanding why I would have lost my temper. He gave me two years probation and I had to take anger management classes. Josh was arrested shortly after me. He fled the house naked when I charged into the living room. He tried to walk back to his house in the nude, but was busted before he got there. Brad was in the hospital for a few days. He's had a lot of work done on his face and he may eventually be the pretty boy he used to be, but I doubt it. I expected him to sue me, but he never did. I haven't spoken to either of them again. I just finished the anger management classes and have just under a year left on my probation. That's why I'll have to be careful with my plan for Jay's wife. I don't want to get busted and have to go to jail. At the same time though it's worth it to help him out. I can't imagine sitting idly by why someone fucks your wife. I'm not hoping to change Julia, but to wake Jay up, to get him to realize that his wife is a vengeful slut. He needs to grow some balls and leave her. I turn over in my bed and see sunlight already breaking through the window blinds. Lying in this bed alone, I still miss Rebecca. I refuse to talk to her though. I dealt with her enough to finalize our divorce and cut her out of my life. She has tried to talk to me. She's called me, come to my apartment, come to my work, and talked to my remaining friends to try to apologize, but I don't want to hear it. When I see her or hear her voice I just remember her bent over the coffee table fucking those two guys. I throw the covers off of the bed and stand up. Now I'm too mad to sleep. I can't understand what's wrong with people. People have no concept of love and commitment. They just want to fuck and try to hurt someone else in the process. I thought I had found someone who truly understood. I'm starting to think nobody does. I get dressed and go to the gym. I need to work off some aggression. The week goes by rather quickly. I spend the majority of my time at work and at the gym. Those are the only places that I can go and not think. Rebecca calls me at work twice. Both times I lay the phone on the desk and walk away, letting her talk to nobody. I also receive a letter from her in the mail and throw it in the trash without opening it. Her attempts to contact me only make me angrier with her. I can't help but think that she's screwing some other guy as soon as she's done calling me. When Friday night arrives I drive downtown immediately after work. I rent a room at a motel and get ready for Jay and Julia to arrive. I was able to get the room I wanted, on the ground floor and on the end. The room is small with a double bed, barely working television, and dirty bathroom. I expected that since this motel is in a rough part of town. I'm sitting on the bed, my back against the headboard, watching television. I'm not paying attention to the show. I'm thinking about what I'm about to do. I think that I shouldn't be doing this. It's immoral. It's obscene. It's disgusting. But so is what she's doing to Jay. I can't do nothing. I can't let him be treated like that. I also realize that I'm not just doing this for him. I'm doing it for me. I'm doing it to get back at Rebecca. As much as I try to hate her now, I still remember how much I loved her then. I could never do this to Rebecca so Julia will have to suffice. A soft knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I take a deep breath, look around the room, and stand up from the bed. I open the door and they're both standing outside. Jay looks at me with a guilty grin on his face. "How you doin' Jay?" I ask him and stick out my hand. He shakes it as he walks into the room. "All right, Mike," he says. Julia walks in behind him. I almost forget the purpose of this night when I see her. She is the unquestionable embodiment of lust and sex. She has long black hair, parted in the middle, hanging past her shoulders, and her bangs cut to just above her eyebrows. Her face is made up with dark eyeliner and maroon lipstick. She is wearing a short necklace pulled tightly around her throat that draws my attention to her long, supple neck. Her short, black dress is cut low on her bosom, exposing most of her full breasts. The dress pulls tightly against her waist, accenting her luscious curves down to her hips. I see the tops of her stocking barely visible from the bottom of the short dress. Her legs are long, the muscles tight as she walks in on high-heeled shoes. "Hello Julia," I stammer as she walks through the door. "Hello Mike," she says and leans forward to kiss me lightly on the cheek. I hesitantly close the door behind her, my eyes watching her body as she moves away from me and into the room. "This isn't exactly the nicest room I've ever been in," she says as she looks around the decaying room. "Yeah, well," I stutter. "This is just the kind of place I thought would be perfect for..." I stop, feeling too anxious. I need to get myself together. Julia turns to look at me. "Usually, I prefer to do this in my home," she says, gazing at me adulterously. "This seems so..." She turns her head to look around the room again. "So smutty." I see a mischievous grin spread across her face. "That's why I picked it," I response, starting to get control and getting into my role. "Yeah, Mike," Jay says. "Couldn't we have gone to a nicer place than this?" "No, this will work, Jay," Julia says. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" she asks, her head turned to look at him. "A little, it's just so smutty, like you said," he stammers. "Good," she says. She walks over to the bed and sits on the side of it. She crosses her left leg over her right leg and leans back, placing her hands on the bed behind her. Her dress pulls up high on her thigh and I can see the smooth, lightly tanned skin between her stocking and dress. I've always had a leg fetish and her legs are sensuously long. Her thighs are round and firm. I won't allow her to turn me on like this. I have something to do tonight and it will be done. Jay is standing in the middle of the room nervously looking around, avoiding eye contact with me. "Turn off the television, Jay," Julia says, her eyes lustily watching me. Immediately, Jay walks over to the television and turns it off. He stands by it waiting for his next command. "Sit over there." She points to one of two dirty chairs placed on either side of a small table by the window. He walks to the chair and sits in it. She turns her hand to me and curls her finger, beckoning me to her. "Come here, Mike." I stand in place and cross my arms at my chest. She drops her hand down beside her. "This is going to be tough if you stay there," she jokes. "But not impossible." "Let's get a few things straight first, Julia," I say, stepping towards her to stand directly in front of her. She tilts her head to look up at me. "You will not order me around like you do him." I nod my head back, motioning to Jay sitting shyly in the chair. "You will do what I say, when I say, and how I say," I command her, letting my voice get naturally deep and demanding. "Otherwise you can leave now." She stares up at me, her eyes growing wider as I talk. Getting Revenge on Cuckold's Wife "Mike," she says, sounding flustered but excited. "I had no idea you were so forceful." She starts to stand up. I grab her shoulder and push her back down to the bed. "Sit there," I tell her. She nods her head slightly. I am thrilled that she is taking my orders so quickly and easily. I anticipated some resistance, but I figured she would obey me eventually. She's just been waiting for a man to take control of her. "Take off your dress." She looks up at me seductively, watching me as she reaches a hand behind her back and pulls the zipper down. She pulls the straps off of her shoulders and down her arms. Slowly, she pushes the dress down to her waist. She's wearing a strapless, black, lacy bra that barely covers her breasts. Her stomach pulls tightly against her as she lifts her hips to slide the dress down over her butt, revealing her tiny, black panties. She bends, pushes the dress down her legs, and kicks it to the side. She lies back on the bed on her elbows and lets her knees fall wide apart. Her panties move to the side slightly barely showing her pussy and neatly trimmed public hair. The black stockings accentuate her long, slender legs and her smooth thighs. "What now?" she purrs, her tongue protruding slightly between her dark red lips. "I'll tell you when I'm ready," I say. I bend over to the nightstand and open the drawer. I pull out a pair of handcuffs and drop them on the bed. "Put these on." Her eyes narrow slightly as she picks them up from the bed. She holds them in her hands, moving her fingers along the cool metal. "You like it kinky?" she asks. "Put them on now," I demand. She latches one cuff on her left wrist and then clasps the other to her right wrist loosely. "Tighten them." She watches me as she pushes them tighter against her wrist. "Lie down." She lies back on the bed and squirms onto it, pushing herself onto the bed with her feet. Once she's laying on it I move to the head of the bed. "Lift your arms up." She does, tilting her head up to watch me. I grab the small length of rope tied to the frame of the bed and hidden behind the mattress and tie it to the chain between the handcuffs. "You came prepared didn't you?" she says and giggles softly. "I think I'm going to enjoy this." She squirms on the bed erotically and rubs her legs together. Once I'm certain she's bound securely I step back from the bed and turn to Jay. "Jay, you watch her. I'll be right back," I tell him. He nods at me. His eyes are wide with excitement. I think he's starting to accept this. "Wait," Julia yells. "Where are you going?" "It doesn't matter. Stay there," I joke and walk to the door. "Send Jay," she says. "No." I turn back around to face her. "I am going out for a minute. Jay will stay here with you. You will lay there and obey me." She stares at me defiantly and then lowers her head, accepting my commands. I turn back to the door, open it, and step out into the night. It's a nice night. There should be a lot of people out tonight. I walk to the sidewalk just by our room and look around. I see two younger guys approaching me. They're both dressed in baggy pants and one has a Lakers basketball jersey with Kobe Bryant's number and the other is wearing a Nike t-shirt. I watch them as they approach me, talking and laughing with each other. "Hey guys. How's it goin'?" I ask them when they step beside me. They both look at me. The Hispanic one in the Nike shirt nods to me. The white guy in the Lakers jersey stares at me with squinted eyes. "You guys lookin' for somethin' to do tonight?" I ask them. They stop and turn towards me. "What's it to you?" the white guy says. "Well, I thought if you guys were lookin' for some fun that I know where you can have it." "Yo, we ain't in to that shit," he says back to me. "No," I say, shaking my head. "There's a woman in that room right there." I point back to the motel room. "She's really hot and she's laying on the bed waiting to get fucked. You guys can have her if you want her." "I ain't fallin' for that. You just tryin' to get us in that room. You gonna jump us or something?" he says back to me. "No. No tricks guys. There's me and one other guy in there. We just want to watch." They're looking at me suspiciously, but are obviously intrigued. "Here. I'll tell you what. You just come to the room. I'll open the door and you can look in. If you want her, take her. If not, just walk away. How's that?" I say to them. The guy with the Lakers shirt bumps the other guy with his elbow. "Let's just take a look, man. Come on." "Follow me if you want to," I say and turn around to walk to the room, knowing that they'll be following me. I hear them whispering to each other as I walk away and then hear them walking behind me as I walk through the parking lot. I get to the door and open it. Julia jerks her head up to look at me. Jay jumps up from his chair. The two guys approach the door and look inside, staying behind me. They twist their heads to look into the room. "Damn, man, he wasn't joking," the Hispanic guy says. "Look at that chick." The white guy steps forward and looks into the room, searching each corner. "So?" I ask, looking at them. "What the hell is going on?" Julia yells from the bed. "Shut up," I yell back at her. The white guy laughs and hits the other guy in the arm. They both walk into the room. I enter behind them and close the door. They stare at Jay and he drops his head in a slight nod. He sits back in his seat. "Who the hell are these kids?" Julia yells. "I don't know," I say to her. "But you guys aren't kids are you?" "No, man, I'm twenty," the white guy says. "And I'm twenty-one," the Hispanic guy says. "We ain't kids." Both of them are gazing at her. Their eyes are probing her entire body. She squirms uncomfortably on the bed. "Well, get the fuck out of here," she yells at them. I stomp towards the bed. I bend down over her and grab her chin in my hand. "What did I say Julia? I said that you will do what I say or you can leave. You agreed. Now shut up and do what I say." I yell at her. We stare at each other, her blue eyes glaring at me, searching for the slightest weakness. I glare back at her and tighten my hand on her chin. "Do you understand?" I nod her head with my hand. Her eyes start to soften. "Are you ready to do what I say?" I pull my hand away from her, and lower my face down to her, hovering a few inches above her face. She nods her head slowly. "Good," I say softly. I stand back up and turn around to the two guys. "She's yours," I say finally. I walk over to the other chair and sit down. I glance over at Jay. He's sitting stiffly in the chair with his hands grasping the arms tightly. I reach over and hit him lightly on the shoulder. He turns to look at me and I smile at him. "It isn't going to be much different than what you've already seen Jay," I tell him. "Just relax." I push his shoulder, pretending to shake his body loose. He smiles back at me and loosens his grip on the chair. The two guys are still standing beside the bed nervously looking around the room and at each other, but mostly at Julia. "I don't know about this man," the white guy says. "This is a little weird. Is this some kind of setup?" "Fuck it man," the Hispanic guy says. "Who cares?" He walks to the side of the bed and looks at her bound hands. "Tell them you want them, Julia," I tell her. She looks over at me uneasily. "And mean it. Because I know a slut like you would want to fuck these two guys." She looks up at the Hispanic guy hovering over her, but says nothing. "Tell them now!" I yell at her. "I want you," she says to the Hispanic guy. "I want both of you." She turns her head to the other guy. "Fuck me now." The two guys look at each other. The Hispanic guy smiles at his friend and nods. "Tell them what you want them to do to you, Julia," I tell her. She looks at me slyly. Her body is relaxing as she becomes more confident. Her stare tells me that she thinks this is just a game and it's a game she thinks she can win. "You," she says, looking at the white guy. "Eat my pussy. And you," she turns to look at the Hispanic guy. "Suck my tits." The Hispanic guy immediately obeys her. He kneels on the bed and bends over her chest. He grabs her bra and pulls it down exposing her firm, round breasts. "Take it off," she tells him. She sits up slightly and he reaches around her back to unclasp it. He drops the bra to the bed. He cups her right breast in his hand and starts squeezing it. He lower his mouth to her other breast and sucks the breast into his mouth. She arches her back as his tongue flicks her nipple. Seeing his friend sucking on her breast, the white guy kneels on the foot of the bed. Julia looks at him. She slides her feet up the bed, bending her knees, and spreading her legs wide. He looks at me quickly and then moves between her feet. The Hispanic guy has moved his mouth to her other breast and his hand is sliding up and down her flat stomach. The white guy lays his hands on her thighs and slides his hands down the stockings to her hips as he moves between her legs. He licks his lips as he slides a hand between her legs. He pushes her underwear to the side and slips a finger between her pussy lips. He strokes his finger up slowly and flicks her clit, making her hips jerk. He bends down and laps his tongue up her pussy. She pushes her head back into the bed and moans softly. I turn to look at Jay. He's leaning forward slightly to watch them attentively with his arms resting on his thighs. He glances over at me. His face is set, his eyes serious. He studies me for a second and then turns back to watch. I'm hoping that he's starting to understand and I think that he might be. I look back at the group on the bed. Julia's arms are tight, pulling against the rope as the guy's tongue is probing inside of her pussy. The other guy is sucking on her nipples while his hands roam her body, sliding along her stomach, sides, and chest. He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head. He drops it to the floor as he stands up. He kicks his shoes off quickly and then yanks his pants and underwear down. He steps out of his pants and crawls back onto the bed. He straddles her chest and lowers his erect cock to her mouth. He grabs her head and pulls her to him. She opens her mouth as his cock slides between her lips. He holds her head as he moves his cock in and out of her mouth. Julia holds her lips tight to his cock, letting the shaft slide along her lips, closing slightly to suck at the tip each time he pulls back. She presses her thighs to the white guy's head, gripping him tightly as he sucks her clit into his mouth. Her hips jerk uncontrollably. The thrusting cock in her mouth muffles her ecstatic moans. The white guy wraps his arms around her thighs and lifts her hips into the air slightly as he moves down to plunge his tongue inside of her. He shoves his tongue in and out of her as she pushes her feet against the mattress, her legs tight with the strain. He drops her hips back to the mattress and steps back off of the bed. He yanks his pants down to his thighs and crawls back between her legs. He kneels between her thighs, resting her legs on top his thighs, his body sitting up straight. He leads his cock into her wet cunt and the head slips into her easily. He drops his hips down towards her and his cock sinks into her. He pulls back, her cunt lips sliding along his shaft, and then pushes back in, his cock penetrating further. "Suck it, baby," the Hispanic guy yells suddenly. Her mouth has opened since she's lost concentration sucking him as the other guy starts to fuck her. He lays her head back on the mattress and leans forward. He grabs the headboard and lowers his hips down to her face. He starts pumping his cock in and out of her mouth eagerly. Julia twists her head up, trying to take his cock into her mouth and into her throat as he starts to push into her deeper. The guy fucking her wraps his arms around her thighs and lifts her hips off of the bed slightly. He buries his cock into her entirely, mashing his pelvis against her. His eyes watch as he pulls his cock from her and then pushes back into her in long strokes. The shoddy bed squeaks erratically as the white guy thrusts in and out of her forcefully and the Hispanic guy plunges deeply into her mouth. Jay is studying the threesome intently. He's rubbing himself through his jeans. I watch as the two guys pump in and out of her body and can't help but think of Rebecca. Images of Rebecca bent over the coffee table, a cock in her mouth and a cock in her cunt, impose themselves over Julia as she's pummeled into the bed. I feel anger starting to roll across my body in waves. The Hispanic guy is thrusting faster. Julia is pulling against the rope. She twists her head to the side as he pushes his cock deep into her mouth. He moans loudly as he shoots his cum into her throat. She starts to gag and some of his cum trickles out of her mouth. I stand up from the chair and stomp to the door. I open it and step outside. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. I think of her gagging on his ejaculating cock and smile to myself. I walk towards the sidewalk again to find more men willing to come back to the room. This time I find an older man with a large beer gut. He agrees easily and follows me back to the room. When I open the door the Hispanic guy is getting dressed. The other guy is still fucking her. Now he's leaning over her with his hands on the mattress at either side of her body, his arms straight, holding him up, and his legs curled under her thighs with his knees on either side of her butt. He's driving into her forcefully, pressing his pelvis against her, pushing his cock into her deeply and relaxing back a bit before thrusting into her again in short, deep strokes. Her thighs are pressing against his waist, her knees bent into the air and her heels pressing into the mattress as she twists back against him, urging him into her deeper. She's looking up at him as he fucks her with cum gleaming around her mouth. Jay looks over at me and then nods to the older guy. He nods back at him and walks into the room. I close the door and drop into the chair beside Jay. "Fuck her hard, man," the Hispanic guy yells as he buttons his pants. The white guy grunts as he rams into her harder. She moans loudly and yanks against the ropes. The fat guy walks over to the bed, shoves his pants down, and leaves them on the floor. He climbs onto the bed and kneels down beside her. He turns her head towards his hardening cock. She looks at him for a second and then wraps her lips around his cock, grasping it with her lips at the base and slides her lips down to the head. The guy is fucking her frantically, twisting into her, the bed squealing under them, until he jabs into her hard, lifting her hips from the mattress. He watches her body jerk underneath him as he jabs into her, releasing his cum inside of her. She moans around the older guy's cock. I look over at Jay. He's sitting back in the chair, one hand rubbing himself still, and the other resting on the armrest. His face is blank. The guy finally stops cumming inside of her as he drops his hips against her. He sighs once and then slides back off of the bed, his cock slipping from her. His cum drips from her pussy and onto the bed. He picks up the edge of the bedcover and wipes his dick off with it before pulling his pants back up. I stand up. "Have a good time guys," I ask them. "Oh yeah," the white guy says as he finishes buckling his belt. The other guy nods his head and then slaps his buddy on the back. I walk over to the door and open it. "Thanks a lot man," the Hispanic guy says as they walk out the door. "No problem," I tell him and follow them both out to the sidewalk. "If you have any friends send them over. We'll be here all night." They both look at me and laugh. "Alright, man," the white guy says. They walk away laughing to each other. I find a group of three guys almost immediately. They all look to be in their early twenties. Two guys are black, one tall and skinny and the other short but muscular. The third guy is a white guy of average height but very overweight. When I bring them back to the room the old guy is fucking her now. He has her legs pushed up with her feet resting on his shoulders and her thighs pressed against her stomach. His hands are digging into the mattress, his arms straight to hold him up, his legs stretched out behind him, as he plunges his cock into her. He's looking down at her face and she's looking up at him as the bed squeals angrily underneath them. "You like that?" he mumbles to her as he shoves into her hard. "Yes," she growls back at him. "Fuck me harder." He jabs into her twisting his hips to sink into her deeper. The three guys I just brought in yell and holler to each other as they watch her being fucked. I sit back in the chair. I reach over and hit Jay in the shoulder to get his attention. He turns to me startled. "What?" he asks. "Just making sure you're all right," I say. "Yeah, fine. Just thinking," he replies. "Good," I tell him. He looks at me for a second and then turns back to watch. I'm hoping that he's starting to feel the disgust and anger that I do as I watch this. If that was Rebecca being fucked by that guy I'd be in a murderous rage. Even thinking that it could be her is making me angry. If she'll take on two of my friends maybe she would enjoy being gang banged like Julia does. Then, I think how easy it's been to find guys willing to screw her, a bound woman in a seedy motel. All of these people just want to fuck and be fucked like a bunch of wild animals. But am I any better since I'm making it all happen? I think so because I'm not screwing her. I'm doing it to prove my point to Jay. I want him to realize that you can't love a woman who is such a whore, who treats you like dirt, and will fuck any cock that's shoved in front of her face. She's just a whore and she doesn't want his love. She just wants to be a whore. I grind my teeth together and slouch into the chair, my fingers digging into the armrest. I want to get up and slap her, and then kick the shit out of these guys for agreeing to fuck her. I want to beat some sense into their heads. I want to lash out at them. I push myself back into the chair. "Come on old man," the taller black guys says to the older guy. "Step back and let a younger guy take over." The older guy looks at him and smiles. "Wait your turn, boy," he says. "Watch and you might learn something." The other two guys break out in laughter. The older guy turns back to look at her. He pulls his legs up towards him and sits back on his lower legs. He grabs her ankles and holds her legs up straight, spread wide. He starts pounding into her as he watches his cock shaft sliding in and out of her. The shorter black guy starts stripping out of his clothes. The two other guys see him and do the same. He finishes undressing and climbs onto the bed. She's moaning loudly as the older guy strokes in and out of her, moving faster, his hips slapping against her thighs and butt. The shorter black guy kneels in front of her face. "Here's what you've been waitin' for baby," he says as he leans forward over her. She looks to the side and immediately grabs the head of his cock between her lips. The older guy is fucking her frantically. He starts groaning loudly and shoving into her harder. He slams into her deeply and spreads her legs wider as he shoots his cum into her. I hear her stifled squeals as he jabs into her. The other guy drops his hands on the other side of her head, leaning his body over her, pointing his cock down and into her mouth. He starts his pumping his hips, his head twisted down to watch his cock move in and out between her lips. The older guy twitches, his large gut jiggling, and then drops her legs back down to the mattress. The other two guys are standing by the side of the bed, completely naked, stroking their cocks as they wait. Getting Revenge on Cuckold's Wife The older guy pulls his cock from her and steps back off of the bed. He wipes the sweat from his face and then starts picking his clothes off of the floor. The black guy starts pushing his cock in and out of her mouth in longer strokes as it hardens. He lifts one of his hands from the bed and starts massaging her breast. The two other guys both walk down to the foot of the bed. They stop and look at each other. "Hey, I'm next here, man," the white guy says. "No way, I'm next," the tall, black guy says. "Hey dumbasses," the older guy says as he's putting on his clothes. "She's got two holes. Use them both." They look at him and then back at each other. They both kneel onto the bed, one on either side of her. The black guy reaches across her waist, grabs her, and rolls her onto her side. Her head rolls towards the other guy who's fucking her mouth. He leans back and grabs her head. He starts pumping his cock into her mouth. "Looks like you get the back door," the black guys says. "Fine with me," the white guy says. They both lay down beside her. "Wait a minute while I get her ready, man," the white guys says. He shifts his body towards her and grabs her hips. He puts his hand between her legs and rubs his palm against her sopping wet pussy. He spreads the cum and juices towards her anus. He moves closer to her, grabs his cock and pushes it into her pussy. He pumps in and out of her a few times before pulling it out. The guy fucking her mouth is moving faster. She's bobbing her head with him, sinking his cock into her throat. The tall black guy holds himself up on his elbow and squirms towards her. He grabs her upper leg and pulls it over his waist. He reaches around her thigh and grabs his cock. He guides it to her pussy and pushes into her. His cock glides into her wet pussy. He starts pumping it into her, his hand holding her thigh against his waist. The white guy places his cock head against her anus and pushes it into her hard. The head squeezes into her. Her loud squeals are silenced as the short, black guy shoves his cock into her mouth. The white guy pulls his cock back slightly and pushes into her again, the head disappearing inside of her. He wraps his hand around her stomach and starts stroking in and out of her, each time pushing into her further. On the other side of her the black guy is thrusting into her in long strokes, pulling his cock almost entirely out of her and plunging back into her stretched cunt. He bends his head down and wraps his mouth around her breast. The guy fucking her mouth is moving faster, shoving his cock into her throat. She keeps bobbing her head with her lips wrapped tight around his shaft. She's moaning loudly as the three cocks pump her body. I turn away from them and look at Jay. He's still rubbing his dick through his pants mindlessly, his eyes squinted, staring at the mass of thrusting bodies. "Whatcha thinking about?" I say to him, and lean over the table between us. He sits back in the chair. "About you," he says, still watching the gang bang on the bed. "I'm thinking about what you did when you saw your wife with those two. I'm thinking what you would do in my shoes right now. And I'm wondering why I wouldn't do the same thing." He turns to look at me. "Do you still love her, Mike?" "No," I answer quickly. "I hate her. Anyone who would hurt me that much is impossible to love." He nods his head slowly. "You're right," he says. I hear a loud grunt and turn to see the guy humping her mouth grab her head and shove his cock into her mouth. His body jerks as he pumps his cum into her throat. "You don't marry a whore, you just fuck her," he says lowly, more to himself than to me. "That's right," I say. "Oh God," the white guy fucking her ass moans. He starts jabbing his cock into her, his body twitching, his fat shivering. His hand slides down to her waist and pulls her butt against him as he cums into her ass. The short, black guy pulls his cock from her mouth and sits back onto the bed. Her mouth opens wide as she shrieks with pleasure, an orgasm crashing through her body as the unswallowed cum leaks out of her mouth. The guy fucking her pussy pulls her leg high up over his waist and buries his cock into her, pushing her orgasm higher. He pumps in and out of her in short strokes, keeping his cock buried in her deeply. The white guy jams his cock into her anus once more, spurting the last bit of cum into her, and then relaxes back. The guy fucking her pussy is thrusting faster now, jabbing into her deeply. She's moaning loudly and her body is tight as her orgasm is lengthened by his driving cock. He's grunting as he thrusts into her, pushing towards his orgasm. He slams into her hard and arches his back as he shoots his cum deep inside of her. He continues to stroke in and out of her, pumping his semen into her. The other two guys lazily roll off of the bed and start to put on their clothes. Julia starts to fall forward. The guy flinches back from her, his cock slipping out of her. He slides away from her and steps off of the bed. She rolls over onto her stomach, her back rising with each deep breath. When they all have their clothes on, I open the door and lead them outside. I walk with them back to the sidewalk to search for more horny guys. They thank me. I tell them to tell their friends. They laugh and walk off, satisfied. I stop a few guys, but they walk away, thinking that I'm trying to trick them. Eventually I find a group of four guys willing to come back to the room. When I get back to the room and open the door I see Jay fucking her now. He has her pulled over to the side of the bed with her arms stretched above her and to the side, bound to the bed, her right arm pulled over her head. She's on her back with her butt partly hanging off of the bed. He has her legs on his shoulders. He's leaning forward with his knees bent, thrusting down and into her. He's fucking her furiously making the bedsprings squeal. The guys I brought to the room start yelling and laughing. They walk into the room to watch him screw her. I close the door behind us and take my seat. Jay looks up and notices that I've come back with another group of guys, but turns back to Julia. His face is sternly set, his brows furled with resentment, as he watches her body being pummeled against the bed by his thrusting hips. He leans back, wrapping his hands around her thighs to hold her legs up, to watch his cock slide in and out of her messy cunt. She's groaning and grunting in pain or pleasure. The guys are watching him intently and cheering him on. They start to take off their clothes to wait their turn. I slouch back into the chair and fold my arms across my chest. It's going to be a long night. The night stretches out, time slowing down, the seconds marked by slapping thighs and rhythmic grunts. Men start knocking on the door either sent by previous guys or just watching the line of men entering and leaving the room. I spend the rest of the night sitting in the chair or standing outside when the room becomes crowded. I saunter out to the sidewalk to recruit more guys when the pace starts to slow. At some point, somebody cuts the rope binding her to the bed. I come back to the room to find two guys standing with her body sandwiched between them as they fuck her pussy and ass at the same time. Her legs stretch out limply to the floor as her body is invaded. Later, some guys take her to the bathroom to wash the cum from her body. They fuck her in the shower and have to wash her again. Her wet body is thrown back onto the bed and penetrated by the next group of waiting men. They put pillows under her stomach and take turns fucking her pussy and ass from behind. Another guy picks her up and fucks her standing against a wall. Jay joins in a few more times, screwing his wife just like he's one of the anonymous men that filter through the room. Towards morning I leave the room and lean against the wall beside the door. I lay my head against the wall and gaze up at the sky, watching the dark night sky lighten as the sun rises. The last two guys leave the room and nod to me as they walk away. Jay follows them out of the room and closes the door behind him. He leans against the wall beside me. "That's the last of them," he says, looking up at the sky as well. "Yeah. I figured that'd be enough and didn't bother going to find more." "Yeah. I'm sure that's enough." He turns to look at me. "Hey, Mike." I turn and look at him. "Thanks, man." He chuckles to himself. "It seems weird to thank you for getting a few dozen guys to screw my wife, but thanks anyway." He drops his head and stares at his shoes. "You're welcome," I say to him and turn back to the brightening sky. "I know why you did it and I want you to know that I understand what you wanted to show me." He starts digging his toe into the ground bashfully. "And I'm not going to let her cheat on me anymore. I'm not going to let her control me anymore. That's over." He looks back up at me again. "I understood that the minute she did whatever you told her to do." "So you're not going to leave her?" I ask him. "No," he says. "I still love her. I know that seems strange to you, but I do." "No, that doesn't seem so strange," I say, watching the stars melt into the coming morning. "You thinking about Rebecca?" he asks. I hesitate for a few seconds. Have I been? Haven't I always been? "Yeah." "Maybe you should call her." I chuckle to myself and shake my head. "I don't think so, Jay. I'm not the romantic that you are." "That's bullshit, Mike. If anything you're more of a romantic than me. That's why you've been so upset about it." "I'm not upset," I say tensely. Jay sighs. "Still, you should call her. You know she calls us sometimes to find out what you're doing. She asks if you're seeing anyone and I tell her no." "Yeah, I'm sure she's doing enough of that for both of us." "No. Actually she hasn't been seeing anyone. Julia tells her to go fuck some guys of course, but she says that she doesn't want to. I think she just wants you." He lays his hand on my shoulder lightly. I tense up, pulling my arms tightly to my chest. "Just think about it, okay?" I turn to him and nod faintly. He smiles at me and drops his hand. "Well, I'm going to get Julia cleaned up and take her home. I'm sure she'll want to rest for awhile." He walks back into the room and closes the door. I drop my head, thinking about what he said. Jay has always been able to talk to me. He's the only one who has, besides Rebecca. The night definitely turned out differently than I thought. I thought that it would give Jay a reason to leave her, but instead it just made him more confident. I thought that it would help me get back at Rebecca, but I don't feel any better. Maybe because I know she's not the whore that Julia is. Maybe. Or maybe I just don't want to think that she is. Maybe I should give her a call. Maybe I should just get over her. Maybe I should make a decision and stop dwelling in a past that I can't change. I walk to the motel office to check out of the room. When I get back to the room, Jay is helping Julia walk to the car. He puts her carefully into the passenger seat and closes the door. She stares weakly out of the window up at me and then drops her head back against the headrest. Jay waves at me as he opens the driver's door. "I'll call you later," he yells. "We can watch some games tomorrow." "Sounds good," I yell back. I open the door to my car. "Give her a call when you get home," he yells, a smile plastered on his face, and drops into the seat. He closes the door and drives off. I close the door and start the car. "Maybe," I whisper to myself and drive home.