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Payback - Ten Fold

By: Turned



Because the following story is so long, it will be submitted in multiple chapters. This story is a cuckold story. If you do not like those stories or all of the "faggy" things they entail, do yourself the favor and stop reading now. You have a fair warning.

Any negative comments about the subject matter will be ignored and deleted. You were already told what the story is. I don't care if you like cuckold stories or not. I just want to know if the people who DO like them, like this one. Any other comments / feedback are welcome and appreciated.

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Part 1 -- Pool Shark

"8 Ball in side pocket," He confidently announced, seconds before making a difficult bank shot look like child's play.

Jeff, Joe, Jerry, Jake, John, Jim, or whatever the fuck his name was -I just knew it started with a J- had just beat me for the fourth straight game. I resisted the urge to break my pool stick over his head and simply acknowledged his win with a nod.

"Nice shot, Brian!" My wife enthusiastically complimented him, sliding off her bar stool to give him a high five.

"Thank you, beautiful Lexi," He clasped her hand and pulled her into him, turning her high five into an unexpected, but well received embrace. "So fucking beautiful," he said as he squeezed her tightly, letting his hand fall from the small of her back to her ass while giving it a firm squeeze with no objection from her, "And you smell so good, I like to eat you maybe," he added.

"Brian?" I muttered to myself. I had been sure his name started with the letter J. Or maybe that was his friend? Of course she'd remember his name, I knew these two metro-sexuals' were exactly the type she went for.

"Isn't she so beautiful, Jesse?" Brian said to his friend in his annoying European accent.

"Yes, so very much!" His friend replied in the same irritating accent. "Please, come here to me Lexi. Or will you only hug Mr. big shot pool star? I will also like to have hug from you too!"

"I will also like to have hug from you too," I quietly mocked his piss-poor English as I watched my wife strut over to him and squeeze him like a lover going off to war. And this piece of Euro-trash, 'Jesse', was even more brave than his friend, gripping her by the back of her thighs with both hands just below the hem of her tiny skirt, sliding a single finger from each hand just under the elastic top of her thigh-high fishnets and caressing the soft, tan skin around the edges of her stockings.

"I will like to do so many things with you," Jesse professed as he unabashedly slid his hands up the back of her skirt, "But I think maybe your friend, he will not like it so much."

"Friend? Try husband," I indignantly uttered.

"Don't worry about him. He doesn't have a leash on me," My busty, Native-American wife assured him, casting me a wicked glance over her shoulder as she let him kiss her neck and fondle her ass.

I looked around the crowded pool hall nervously. People were beginning to stare. Jesse had my wife's skirt pushed up all the way to her hips, exposing her thong-clad ass to anyone who happened to glance in their direction. I wondered how long it would be before we got kicked out. I was a regular at this place.

"What you are waiting for?" Brian asked, "You lose again. Rack them up."

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, gathering up all the balls and carefully placing them in the rack, barely able to take my eyes off of my woman and the strange man who had his hands up her skirt.

"Buddy, you don't look so good," Jesse condescendingly quipped, delivering a swift smack on my wife's rear end that made her let out a mouse-like squeak. "Only one more game he wins and we will be enjoying beautiful Lexi very much!"

"We? What's this we shit?" I scowled. "Why don't you get your hands off my wife's ass and grab a cue if you want in. My bet is with your friend."

"Yes but your wife, she change it," Jesse smiled, kissing her neck again.

"Two for one, baby. Sorry, I just can't resist," Lexi cast me an evil grin.

"My friend, I don't know why you make this bet if you don't like for sharing you wife," Brian's shitty English continued to annoy me.

"I'm not the one who made this bet," my voice was drowned out by the sound of the cue ball crashing into the others as he made his break.

It had all started innocently enough, or as innocently as anything starts in a room full of hustlers and drunks. This guy with a strange accent walks over and asks if I just want to have a little 'friendly competition." We played a game and I tried to lose to make him think I sucked, but he sucked so impossibly bad that I ended up winning. I knew he was a hustler then.

Of course he then suggested a small wager to make it "more interesting" - typical pool hustler strategy -- and I accepted. I let him win the first then I up'd the bet. Unfortunately, from there on out, he just kept winning. I knew I was the better player but I was distracted and it was throwing me off my game.

It was hard to focus on the task at hand when my wife was being outrageously flirtatious with these two clowns. In fact, she was acting flat out whorish, and it only got worse as the night went on. It was making me sick with jealousy.

And these guys had showed no shame in flirting right back with her, in spite of my presence. When Brian had brashly commented on "how lucky I was to just to see naked such a beautiful woman", Lexi candidly informed him that we hadn't fucked in weeks and that our relationship was in a very bad place. They both took that as a green-light to take what ever liberties with her she'd allow. And so far she hadn't protested to any of their blatant advances.

So before I knew it, this disrespectful, Euro shit-head had taken all of my cash on hand. I had every intention of hitting the ATM and winning my money back and then some. But Lexi decided to let me know exactly where we stood, when she offered to wager herself against the cash Brian had won from me. It was a lousy two hundred dollars. For that miniscule amount, my wife was willing to spread her legs for a pair of total strangers. It made me sick, and it almost made me want to cry.

It wasn't about the money for her, or for me. I would have gladly chalked the two hundred up to a loss and left with my wife, but she didn't want it that way. She wanted to torment me.

The bet was a race to five, meaning, the first one to win five games won the bet, and for all intensive purposes, my wife's pussy. I was now down four games to none, thanks to the constant distraction she was providing. And I'm not someone who does well under extreme pressure, but I knew I had to ignore everything that was going on around me and protect what was mine!

Brian made a few decent shots and looked like he might run the table before he foolishly attempted a needless, showboating bank shot and got him self trapped behind the eight ball. His next shot was a scratch.

I made it a point to never look in my wife's direction as I went to work. With my game face on, I sank one ball after another until I planted the eight ball in the side pocket. "You lose! Rack'em!" I jubilantly exclaimed.

As he racked up the balls I made the mistake of glancing over at my wife. Lexi was straddling Jesse's lap, grinding on him, with her tongue down his throat, not even caring that he had her slutty, little denim skirt was all the way up to her hips. It made my blood boil.

"Get your fucking hands off my wife! You haven't won shit, yet!" I protested, slamming my pool stick down on the table for effect.

Annoyed, Lexi turned around, scowling at me. "You're just delaying the inevitable. Hurry up and beat this loser, Brian. I need to be fucked!"

"Loser?" I cried out incredulously, grabbing her by the arm. "We need to talk. Now!"

"Hey my man, where you go? We are no finished!" Brian protested as I drug Lexi off into a more private corner of the noisy pool hall.

"Let fucking go of me, asshole!" Lexi yanked her arm away from me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Kissing that guy and letting him feel you up? You're acting like a total slut, and right in front of me!"

"Tough shit! How does it feel?" Lexi barked back.

"It's bad enough that you made this stupid bet, but you're acting like they've won already! But let me tell you, they are NOT going to win! So why don't you keep that slutty little skirt pulled down where it belongs and stop making a spectacle of yourself. You're embarrassing yourself, and me!"

"Ohhhh, poor baby," she mocked me. "Am I making you look bad in front of your drunk pool hustling buddies? Well good, you piece of shit!"

Her words stung me. My wife had never disrespected me so badly before tonight. And even though she had a tendency to drink too much when we went out, she had hardly touched her first drink. I pleaded, "Lexi, baby, why are you being so hostile towards me? You were fine earlier. What's gotten in to you?"

"What's got into me? More like what YOU got into!"

"Not again!" I threw my arms up in frustration. "I said I was sorry. How many times can I say it? I love you Lexi. I made a mistake, a bad one, but I've apologized and moved on!"

"Easy for YOU to move on, you selfish prick! You're lucky I haven't divorced your ass! And so help me god, if you even dare give me any more shit about acting like a 'slut', I WILL divorce you!"

"Lexi...Lexi..." I searched for words I couldn't find.

"If anyone is a slut, it's you! How many times did you fuck that whore?"

"We've been over this," I said meekly, my head bowed.

"Uh huh. And we've also been over the consequences. You knew this was coming, I warned you. I want you to taste your own medicine, you fucking loser!" Lexi said, viciously. "Did you think I was playing around?"

I was only now realizing just how serious she was about her threat. "You don't have to do this. Every tear I watched you cry when you found out, taught me my lesson. You don't have to cheapen yourself."

"Gee, thanks for your concern," she said, sarcastically, "But I'm actually enjoying myself. I'm beginning to see the thrill in fucking someone new."

Her words left me shaking as I looked her over, head to toe; she looked cheap and easy -- like she was looking to get fucked. Her ensemble consisted of black, open toed shoes, black, thigh-high fishnets, a skirt that barely covered her ass, and was completed with a tight, low cut top that made her cleavage look like it was begging for mercy. My wife never dressed this way. She wasn't one of those girls who liked to flaunt her stuff, even though she had an incredible, fit, and curvy body at 28 years of age.

"You planned this, didn't you? You knew you were going to find someone to get your revenge with tonight," I said, sadly.

"Sucks, right? Knowing the person you married is out looking to get laid by someone else? Well at least you have the benefit of knowing! I had to walk around like a fool thinking everything was ok!"

"This isn't right."

"Fuck what's right! I have EVERY right to do this. You haven't learned your lesson until you feel the way I felt! So suck it up or find a good divorce lawyer!"

I shook my head, defeated. "Well you don't have to be so disrespectful and mean towards me. I was never that way towards you. I know people in this place, and it's humiliating!"

"You don't think I was humiliated? You don't think I still am, everyday? I have to go to work and sit in a cubicle twenty feet away from the whore who fucked you! And everybody knows she fucked my husband, and I have to play nice because she's the boss's niece! You fucking bastard!" Lexi slapped me hard across the face. "I hope you DO feel humiliated!"

I sighed deep, trying not to further my own humiliation by letting everyone in the pool hall see me cry. "Is there even a point to me going through this? I mean, do you even love me still? Because if you do, fine, I will sit here and eat shit from you and these two clowns you've been flirting with all night if that's what it takes for us to move forward. But if you don't love me, I might as well go home and start packing my things."

"Oh no," she shook her head defiantly, "You don't get to ask me a question like that right now. You don't get to take the easy way out. How many times did you stick your dick in that whore? When I've had another mans cock in me that many times, times ten, you fucking shit head, then we'll see if I still love you. Deal with it or fuck off!"

"This game isn't over, you know. I'm a better player than him, and I don't intend to lose. I'm going to fight my way back and win to save your virtue," I said, hoping she'd be moved by a heroic gesture.

"No you're not," she said, coldly. She took my hand and nonchalantly placed it between her legs. "Feel that? My pussy is wet for them. I could feel his cock get hard in his jeans and honey, it's huge! I need that big cock in me, I need to be fucked!"

"I don't want to hear this," I protested, feeling faint.

"They're going to fuck me tonight, honey. And I have a feeling they're going to fuck me good. They're going to fuck me in our bed, and you're going to sleep on the couch while they do, and there is nothing you can do about it. I don't give a shit about this game."

"Then why did you make this stupid bet if you were just gonna do it anyway!?" I had to quickly wipe a falling tear from my eye before she saw it.

"Because I wanted to see you squirm. And now I'm enjoying the way you look so lost and jealous every time he makes a shot! But it's gotten a little old now. So hurry up and lose so I can go home and get some good dick." With that, Lexi turned and walked back towards our pool table.

I went to the bathroom for a moment in order to regain my composure. Looking at myself in the mirror felt like a chore. I'd really fucked up this time. Fucking up was sort of my forte, but Lexi overlooked a great many of my shortcomings and blunders, it was the kind of unconditional love that fairytale romances were made of. If only I hadn't been so damn shallow!

Lexi's co-worker, Michelle, was one hot piece of ass. In fact, I remembered thinking at the moment it became clear I was going to sleep with her, that she was SO hot that even if I got caught, it was worth risking my marriage to fuck a woman that fine. Seeing Lexi looking as sexy and slutty as she did that night, made Michelle look like nothing. Sharing her was going to be hard to swallow.

I splashed some cold water on my face and went to face the music. I was as ready as I would ever be, and that wasn't saying much. I emerged from the bathroom with a swagger and confidence that was completely artificial.

I wanted to puke on my shoes.

Lexi was sandwiched between Jesse and Brian on the bench seat in front of the pool table, one leg draped over each man's lap, their hands invading her private space, the tops of her stockings and the crotch of her panties clearly visible for all to see. And everyone seemed to be looking, not only at my wife acting like a slut, but at me letting this happen, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. They must have been waiting for me to shove a cue ball up both of these guys asses.

"Let's get this over with," I stated firmly, picking up my stick and making a clean break. I sunk a couple of balls on the break and on my very next shot, purposely sent the eight ball into the corner pocket for a game ending scratch. I was tired of the charade; it was time to pay the piper.

Brian seemed happy that he hadn't even had to get up to win the game. He was far more interested in feeling up my wife's stocking-clad thigh and pushing his tongue into her mouth.

Jesse greedily turned her face back towards him and started tonguing her down while his finger traced the crotch of her thong, while Brian's hand made it's way up her shirt and started squeezing her breast.

I wondered if this sort of thing was ok to do publicly in whatever country these jerk-offs had come from, because in America this sort of thing got you arrested. "You guys wanna take this some where else before you cause a problem?"

"Lexi, will you like to come to our hotel with us?" Jesse asked. "I am want to fuck you so bad!"

"Yes, me to. I will like for you to show us how you suck our cocks," Brian added, plainly.

"I have a king size bed at home and it's only about ten minutes away, how about we go there?" Lexi said, her face flushed, her breath heavy.

"Very nice, we will go then," Jesse said, high-fiving his buddy, while simultaneously giving me a look that said, 'loser'.

"Go pay for the table," Lexi ordered me.

I went and paid, then returned to the table to find them gone. Leaving the balls and cue's to be put away by someone else, I hurried out into the parking lot to find my wife getting into a black sedan with the two men.

No fucking way was I going to let them out of my sight, if for no other reason than my wife's safety. I hurried over to my SUV and peeled out of the parking lot right behind them, making sure to stay right on their tail in case they tried to venture off somewhere with my wife. Naively, I thought she might actually have second thoughts about going through with this -- wishful thinking.

Barely a car-length behind them, I could see her sitting in the backseat on the passenger side with one of the guys, who I made out to be Jesse because of his long dark hair. Jesse looked back at me through the rear window, and appeared to be laughing. Lexi then turned and looked as well, squinting into my headlights as Jesse buried his face in her cleavage. Recognizing our SUV, she stared up at me with a devious look in her eyes, and flipped me off!

My heart sank.

I could clearly see Jesse groping, squeezing, and kissing the top of my wife's breasts above her low cut top. I felt an all-to-brief moment of relief when she pushed his head away, then felt crushed all over again when I saw her peel her shirt off over her head. Then, just to say 'fuck you' all over again, she turned to her right, rolled down the window, and chucked her shirt right back at my window!

The shirt hit it's mark on the passenger side and then blew across my windshield, getting hung up on my wiper blade. I had to turn on the wipers to free it and watched as her shirt flew up over the roof and then saw it blowing away into the night in my rear view mirror.

Lexi wasn't someone who shopped at thrift stores; she was a name brand girl all the way. She spent a small fortune on every piece of her wardrobe and took meticulous care of her expensive things. For her to discard a spendy piece of clothing like that just to spite me, sent me a message loud and clear -- nothing was more important to her than seeing me suffer. Any thoughts I'd had that she would eventually draw the line and call this off disappeared at that moment.

Jesse was continuing his lustful assault on her ample bosom as he reached around her and unhooked her bra. In an instant her bra was off and my wife's gorgeous, cantaloupe sized tits were exposed and there for the taking. Jesse tossed her bra over the drivers seat into Brian's lap, and a second later I saw my wife's bra fly out the drivers side window, the metal clasp loudly clacking against my side mirror as it passed me by. My heart was pounding so fast it hurt as I watched Jesse hungrily feast on Lexi's nipples as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

The black sedan began to swerve a little. I wondered if Brian was drunk, because if he was, he was going to get his ass kicked when that car stopped. As much as I despised these two characters, I had to let this play out. I knew if I did anything to put a stop to it I would just be delaying the inevitable and further pissing Lexi off in the process. This was my fault, and if Lexi felt she needed to get even before we could move on, then I had to let her. I loved my wife, and didn't want to lose her. But if he had put her in danger by driving drunk, that would be all the excuse I needed to whip his ass like I so badly wanted to!


Payback - Ten Fold and Then Some



Even a wimp has his limits - my ending to Turned's Payback - Ten fold

URL: http://www.literotica.com/s/payback-ten-fold

Another story about a wife's revenge taken too far. In some of these, the husband never even did anything wrong. This isn't the case in Payback - Ten Fold. Hubby did bad. He fucked around, and hurt his wife, and the girl he was screwing with. The wife decides she wants payback in kind, rarely a good idea, and the games begin. 

While she's punishing him, she slowly slips further and further down the slope of immorality, egged on by her lifetime friend, a man-hating professional escort. Just the kind of person you should turn to, when you're having problems in your marriage.

After two chapters, she finally pushes things too far, and perhaps even recognizes that she's in trouble. Perhaps.

After two chapters, this story was abandoned in April of 2010. It's been four long years waiting for a finish. The wait is over. This is a story that I've had many, many requests to complete.

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

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

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End of Payback - Ten Fold Ch.02 by Turned

"Do you know what you've done, Tony? Do you have any idea?" Her voice sounded shaky. I recognized her tone and when a teardrop landed on my cheek it confirmed she was crying. "I'm turning into something really bad, Tony. Really bad! And I don't know what to do!" 

I waited for her to continue, still pretending to be asleep, but I soon heard her footsteps going up the stairs. 

Part of me felt guilty for not getting up and talking to her in an obvious moment of emotional conflict. But I also knew she was impossible to talk to when she was drunk. She'd ramble on and on, talking in circles all night long. It was better to wait until she was sober to try and have a serious discussion with her. 

But at least I could tell she felt remorse for what she was doing. That was a good sign, and it helped me sleep a little better that night. But only a little.

Chapter 3 - A Line In the Sand

I sat at the table and squinted at the harsh morning light streaming in through the window. I sipped my scalding black coffee, trying to decide the best way out of the miserable situation. Her last words the night before had finally shown a hint of concern, not over our marriage, but at what she was becoming. Perhaps she finally realized what her best friend was turning her into. I only hoped that her concerns would carry over into the new day. Then again, even if they did, was it already too late? 

My wife entered the room, once again half naked, mincing around in panties and nothing else. She looked like shit, worn out and exhausted, her face screwed up, probably from a hangover. She had marks all over her body, her tits and thighs were bruised and showed bite marks. I knew that she was purposely showing them off to me. So much for my hopes that she realized what was happening to us, or that she cared.

"This has to stop, Lexi. It's not even about us anymore. I'm concerned for your health and safety."

"I'm sure you're so concerned. Where was that concern when you were fucking around?"

I sighed, tired of defending my actions. Yeah, I cheated, but this was out of control. "I screwed up. But I was discreet, careful, and never rubbed your nose in it. Acting like a common bar slut isn't the way to fix this."

She stood in front of me, her anger manifested in what was once a beautiful face, now a wan, sunken-eyed despicable visage. "Don't you DARE take that tone with me! You're the slut, not me! Don't you DARE lecture me, you asshole!"

I was starting to worry that she was certifiably insane. As she screamed spittle sprayed out of her mouth, and her eyes took on a crazed look.

In the light of day, after a restless night, I knew I couldn't take anymore. I'd fucked up, but this woman in my house wasn't my wife. She had become a complete heartless slut. Her once beautiful body disgusted me. 

I knew that her evil cunt of a friend Maria had a lot to do with it, egging her on, leading her into more vile situations, doing terrible things. But she was a grown woman and responsible for her own actions. 

She'd spent the last night in a bar fucking who knows how many men, sucking them off, while the bastards who used her sent me pictures of their actions. In them she was completely remorseless, flipping me off with the evidence of her adultery on her face. For a moment the previous night she'd actually seemed to regret her actions. Now it was back to more of the same. Cold, cruel, heartless, demeaning, humiliating.

"It's over, Lexi. I've had it. I tried to put up with you, but what you've done now is beyond my limits."

"No way! You don't get to choose, you asshole! I'll decide when there's been enough, and what your limits are. You think this is rough? Try sitting a few cubicles down from the bitch who fucked your husband! That's what I have to live with. You haven't even started to feel the pain I have." 

I stood and faced her down. I had loved the woman, but any last vestiges of that feeling were starting to fade. The hatred, the disrespect, the purposeful humiliation were too much. 

"It's over. The next time you cheat on me, the next time you disrespect me and try to humiliate me, I will divorce your slutty ass. Hell, I'll probably do it anyway. You disgust me now. I wonder how I ever loved you. I know you don't love me, not the way you're treating me, so this isn't worth my time."

"Fuck you!" she screamed in my face. "You don't get to make the decisions, I do! It's not over until I say it's over! You're the cheater, not me!"

I leaned closer, my eyes hardening. "That's it. I'm done. You'll hear from my lawyer. Congratulations, you destroyed us."

She was still shrieking at me when I went upstairs to pack my bags. Her words were vile, telling me all the things she'd done, how good it made her feel, demeaning and insulting me. She admitted to being with at least half-a-dozen men the night before, getting fucked on that pool table, and sucking any dick that was stuck in her face. 

"I hope you figure out what you want, before it's too late. I pray you stop before you become a full-fledge whore like your idiot friend."

"I'm not a whore!"

"You're just like Maria now. I'm sure she's proud she split us up like she always wanted. I imagine it won't be long before you both work for her pimp husband."

I had finished packing my last bag, while she screamed at me, telling me all the disgusting things she planned to do. I thought she was a whore last night? She'd show me just how big a whore she could be. Then we'd see how I liked it!

"Whatever. I'm sorry I fucked Michelle. It was a terrible thing to do, and I'll always regret it. I think most of all I'll regret that it turned you into this," I said, looking up and down her half naked body, the signs of her previous nights activity still vivid.

She was still shrieking like a mad woman when I walked out the door and drove away.

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The small motel rented rooms by the week. It would give me enough time to find a more permanent place. I'd let her keep the house, we'd only had it a few years, and there wasn't enough equity in it to pay the Realtor fees if we sold it.

I was feeling sorry for myself, and at what had happened to my life, that first evening. There was a small bar only a block away from the motel. I'd never been in it before, and figured nobody there would recognize me. I couldn't stand the idea of facing anyone who might know me and Lexi, or was aware of what she'd done. I figure it had to be common knowledge by now.

After a couple of drinks, I decided I needed to try to salvage at least part of what had become a horrible situation.

I admit it, I was half drunk, or I probably wouldn't have done it. I texted Michelle.

I hadn't heard from her, or tried to contact her since that night when everything went to hell. I didn't know what to say, so I started with the old fall back. SORRY ABOUT OTHER NIGHT. I WAS DRUNK AND UPSET. SHOULDNT HAVE TAKEN IT OUT ON U.

After turning the phone on, it was a few seconds before I saw the number of calls I'd missed. Over a dozen, most from Lexi, but there were several numbers I didn't recognize. I was about to delete the voicemails, when I got curious. I started to listen to the first one.

"You fucking coward," she had screamed. "You get your ass back home, and take what you deserve! If you're not here by noon, I'm going back to the bar, and taking anyone who wants me home to our house. If you're there, I'll only fuck three of them, otherwise they're all going to get me. How do you like that?"

Delete.

"It's eleven-fifty, asshole. Your time is running out. In ten minutes I'm out the door. You better be on your way!"

Delete.

"You're lucky, there's only five single guys and two couples in here. How long do you think it's going to take me to have them home in our bed? You better be there, or I'm fucking all of them!"

Delete.

"Four of them, you asshole, and one of the couples. Five men and one woman, here in the house and you're not here. I warned you. I hope you like the pictures."

Delete.

The next call was from a number I didn't recognize. I heard the strange voice on the other end, telling me what a hot little whore I had, and how good her ass felt. She was moaning and cursing me in the background. I didn't even listen to the whole thing. 

Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete.

I had barely finished deleting the last message, when a new text appeared. It was from Michelle.

SORRY. U HURT ME TONY. I DIDNT DESERVE THAT

She was right. I had hurt her, making promises I never intended to keep. I had wanted her, and had been willing to say whatever it took to get her. I had fucked up big time, and I was now paying the piper.

I KNOW. I WAS AN ASS. HOPE U CAN FORGIVE ME SOMEDAY. 

I noticed that I had several more text messages. Some from unknown numbers, a couple from Lexi. After seeing the first three pictures, I was feeling sick. My wife, the woman I loved, was being made airtight by strangers. The men looked disgusting, the kind of guys who'd be in a bar early on a Saturday afternoon. Lexi looked almost as bad. The last picture showed her with a woman that had to be at least 50 years old, a typical bar hag. I felt the tears in my eyes, as I closed the phone.

An incoming message beep had me take one last look. Michelle again. R U OK?

NO.

The answer was instantaneous. 

ANYTHING I CAN DO?

DONT THINK SO. IVE MOVED OUT. ILL B GETTING DIVORCE. FML

It was a little longer before the next reply. Long enough for me to order another drink, trying to drown my sorrows.

YEAH LIFE SUX. WANT 2 TALK ABOUT IT?

Did I? Was I ready to bare my soul to anyone. Especially her?

NOT 2 NITE. HURTS 2 MUCH

I took another long sip of my drink, looking around the bar. It was pretty full. I could only imagine Lexi walking into the place, stripping herself naked, and taking on all comers. 

OK. IF U WANT 2 TALK IM HERE 4 U. SORRY

THANKS. MAYBE TOMORROW. 

I finished up my drink, pissed off at the world. Alright, mostly pissed off at my slut wife, her man-hating whore best friend, and myself, to be honest. After that came Michelle, and all the bastards fucking my soon to be ex. That and the obnoxious guys in the corner who were laughing and having way too good a time. Nobody deserved to be that happy.

I was in no shape to drive, but I wasn't thinking all that well. I wasn't staggering drunk, but I wasn't feeling much pain. In my less than lucid state, I drove back to the house. It was easy to tell which was mine. There were at least half-a-dozen cars parked out front, all the lights were on, including the Master Bedroom. She was having an orgy to celebrate my leaving. Well fuck her.

I managed to make it back to the motel without getting stopped. In my room, I stripped down and took a shower, along with a few aspirin. I knew I'd be regretting the drinking come the morning. I collapsed into my bed, and grabbed my phone. You're never too drunk to drunk text.

Michelle: MISS U

Lexi: FUCK U

Maria: U WIN

~ * ~ * ~

After a late breakfast that helped diminish the pounding in my head, I was lost as to what to do. It was Sunday, and the only plans I'd had were now a thing of the past. One thing I had realized was that in my hurry to leave the house the day before, I'd left my laptop behind. That and my phone charger. 

I thought I'd try to sneak in and get them both, if Lexi was gone. If not, I might just blow by and try again later, when the house was empty.

Driving up the street, the house was anything but empty. There were still several cars parked out front. They looked like different ones, but I couldn't be sure. I wasn't all that clear thinking the night before. I did notice the one parked halfway up my lawn hadn't been there last time.

I pulled into the driveway, one side of which was open. I could hear the music blaring from outside. As I entered the front door, I saw a party going on in my living room. It was a complete mess, trashed, and I was disgusted.

Two steps inside the door, a long-haired pot-bellied shirtless man confronted me. "Twenty bucks."

"What?"

"You heard me. Twenty bucks. Twenty bucks gets you in the door, and one turn with the hotty, and as much as you want with Gertie. For fifty, you can go as many times as you want, and you can have beer while you wait."

I looked around again, taking in the room of waiting men, and hearing the sounds coming down the hall. I felt my stomach churn. "I . . . I need to get more cash. I'll be back."

He nodded. "Bring a case of beer, and I'll let you go unlimited for thirty bucks." He gave me a big scary smile, exposing yellowed teeth.

"Thanks," I said.

Back in my car, I called 911. I gave them my address, and told them a whorehouse was being operated out of it. I told them about the offer of $20 for one shot, and $50 for unlimited access. I had to repeat my story once I was forwarded to someone who could do something about it. 

I parked across the street, down a few houses, and sat back to watch the excitement. I didn't recognize the police when they showed up. I guess they were undercover. Two guys walked in, and less than a minute later, two police cars and a van came speeding up the road, lights flashing. I had my camera out and started recording as soon as it got exciting.

An even ten men were escorted out of the house in handcuffs, including the guy who'd asked me for the money. Eventually Lexi, and another woman were escorted out. The men were loaded into the van, and the women were put in the back of the police cars. 

Once they'd left, I parked in the driveway, and entered my home. I video'd the state of the place, from the living room and kitchen, and up the stairs to the sickening devastation that was my bedroom. There were a bunch of used condoms on the floor, but not nearly enough for what had been going on. I thought I was going to lose my breakfast. 

In the kitchen, I found my wife's purse. It was obvious someone had been through her wallet. It was empty, not just the cash, but all her credit cards as well. Just great.

I grabbed the things I'd returned for, and locked up after me. I couldn't stay in the place. It stunk to high heaven. Back at my motel room, I called the credit card companies, and reported her cards stolen. I expected to hear from Lexi, and kept my phone handy, but the call never arrived. I did download the videos to my laptop, and forwarded a copy to Maria. 

"Congratulations. She's as big a whore as you are. Everything you wanted. I hope you both die of AIDS."

I was surprised when the whore called me a few minutes later. "Hey asshole. Put her on."

"Can't do that."

"Don't give me that shit. Just let me talk to her."

"She's not here. Hell, I'm not here."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I moved out. She's not here."

"You . . . I called the house, nobody answered."

"I sent you the video. That's the house now, and it's empty. I don't know where the whore is. Frankly, I don't care anymore. You got your wish. You pushed me to my limit and I'm done."

For once the vicious cunt was speechless. I was ready to hang up when she finally spoke. "What happened Tony? What did you do? What happened to Lexi?"

"I didn't do shit. I left. The bitch decided to turn our home into a whorehouse. Last I saw of her she was in the back of a police car, along with her pimp and a bunch of her johns. Someplace I imagine you're pretty familiar with."

"I . . . You're serious? She's in jail?"

"Probably. Can't say. I wasn't there, and haven't heard from her or the cops."

"What are you going to do?"

"I dunno. Get something to eat. Find an apartment. Start looking for my next love interest. This time I'll make sure she doesn't have a despicable man-hating whore for a best friend."

She started to say something else, but I'd had enough. I hung up on her, then turned off the phone. I was surprisingly hungry.

There weren't that many options in the area. I chose the old standby, Denny's, and ordered an omelet and more coffee. I was halfway done when she sat down across from me.

"How'd you find me?" I asked, pausing before stuffing another fork of bacon stuffed goodness into my mouth.

"You're kind of predictable. You don't think I know you after all this time?"

Alright, maybe I was. I looked her over, still beautiful, but her eyes - her eyes were different. Sadder, concerned. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.

She nodded. "So you said."

The silence stretched out for what seemed like an eternity. An awkward, painful silence. We never used to have those.

"You really moved out?"

"I had to."

"For good?"

"Yeah. I need a new start. I tried to salvage what I had, but I was wasting my time."

"What about us?"

"I didn't think there was an us anymore. We both pretty much made sure of that."

Michelle reached across and took my coffee, raising it to those tempting lips of hers, and blew on it before taking a sip. "I'd be willing to try again," she said, never raising her eyes.

The real question was, did I want to go through the effort? I looked at her, really looked at her for the first time in a long time. She'd lost weight, and despite her calm exterior, I could tell she was nervous and wound up.

"I don't think I deserve another chance," I admitted. "I fucked up everything. I never should have gone after you like that, and I had no right making you promises I didn't intend to keep. I'm a cheating bastard, I destroyed my marriage and drove my wife off the deep end. I lied to a beautiful kind woman to get in her pants. I'm shit."

She looked at me hard. "You never planned to leave her, did you?"

I shook my head. "No. Not really. When I was with you, sure, I pictured us together, just you and me, but in the light of day, I knew I could never do it. I loved my wife. I'd made a commitment to her, a promise. I didn't want to lose her."

"Where's that promise now?"

"In the gutter. We're done, never doubt that. I put up a with a lot, trying to make up for what I'd done, but she wanted more than her pound of flesh. She wanted the flesh, the blood, and my soul. She damn near got it all, too. Tomorrow I'll be seeing a lawyer and starting my divorce."




Payback - Ten Fold and Then Some



"You want to talk about it? I've got a six-pack of your favorite beer in the fridge. You know I'm a good listener."

"I'm broken, Michelle. I wouldn't be good company, and I'm in no shape for anything on the rebound. Besides, you deserve better than me."

She smirked at me. "No shit. There's no way you're climbing back in my bed. Not now. You and I have a lot of fences to mend, before anything like that starts up again. We were friends, and if you want to unload, I'm here for you. But that's all. Talk."

"Let me get the check."

~ * ~ * ~

Once my week long room rental was up, I didn't renew it. I moved into Michelle's place, in her guest room. We were still a little cautious with each other, and going slow.

Lexi received the divorce papers while serving her thirty days. She never called me. Maria did, several times, but no way I was going to talk to that evil bitch. 

It was two weeks before Michelle and I tentatively kissed. Kissing led to cuddling, making out, second base, and eventually doing our damnedest to wear out the springs on her bed. Sex with Michelle had been always been incredible. This time around, there was no sneakiness, no deceit, and I was able to take the time to really get to know her. It made me feel all the worse for the way I'd treated her, and I was astounded she even considered giving us a second try.

She was smart, funny, loving, passionate. She was also ambitious, and being the Boss's baby girl, she had a clear path ahead of her. She even tried to talk me into taking a job with her firm, but the idea of working in the same place as both her and Lexi was a little too much.

"You wouldn't have to worry about Lexi. She's gone," Michelle explained. "So don't let that stand in your way."

It took me a while to find out that Lexi had left the area. She'd signed the papers, but instead of staying in the house, she wanted us to sell it, and split the proceeds, if any. It was all straightforward. A fifty-fifty split of our money, no alimony, no kids, she'd keep her retirement account, I'd keep mine. We were both so far removed from our relationship, it all felt pretty easy.

I had a rough day when it became official. I was divorced. I had a failed marriage, and I couldn't blame it on anyone but myself. Sure, I could share the blame on my wife's desire to bury me in pain and humiliation, but I had started it. I was still hurt that she'd never once tried to call, to apologize, to even discuss anything. Not even a letter or a message through her lawyer. It was as if I'd never mattered to her. I wondered why I put up with her payback as long as I did. That night I spent way too long at the bar, trying to self anesthetize myself. Michelle finally found me, and took me home. She's a better woman than I deserve. 

We both moved on. It took over a year for me to propose to Michelle, and almost another for her and her mother to nail down the details of the wedding. I think it might have taken longer, but the idea of walking down the aisle in a maternity wedding dress finally put an end to the dilly-dallying.

I learned my lesson, and it was a painful one. Never again would I stray. Her father helped me to reach that firm conviction. He's a powerful man, and wealth is a scary thing. Then again, I think I would have made the same decision on my own. Life is a tough teacher. Besides, I love the woman who picked me up when I was down, and who's now carrying my child. 

Lexi? Curiosity got the better of me two years later. I tracked her down. She was in Chicago. She was living with Maria, and pursuing the same trade. In a moment of idiocy, I called and made an appointment to see her in my room. In the end I couldn't do it. I left her a note, her fee, and a substantial tip. I didn't sign it. I just said I was sorry, and hoped she had a good life.

It seems like she earns a pretty good living, for now. At least from what my appointment cost. I wonder how she'll be doing ten years down the road when she's lost her looks. I wonder if she does it because it's what she wants, what she needs, if she somehow tapped some hidden need in herself, while she was punishing me. Or maybe she thinks she's still punishing me. I even wondered if she wasn't punishing herself.

I never told Melissa what I'd done, or almost done. She never asked. She puts up with me when I have my occasional bad days. They're much less frequent now. I owe that to her. Her and the kids. Every night I thank my lucky stars that she's in my life. I know it's more than I deserve, and I'm determined to show her just how damn much I appreciate her.

I think I'm a pretty good husband and father. Not perfect, but I don't stray, I make sure to tell her everyday that I love her, and I make sure I never take her for granted, except for the occasional gray day, when she's there for me. I'm a doting father, and she tells me I spoil the kids too much. I don't believe there can be too much. Thank God she reels me in when I get carried away.

Then there are the gray days. When I remember a previous life, mistakes made, and prices paid. I wish I could say I had put it all behind me, but every now and then, less frequently over the years, something will push my buttons, and I'm transported back. Seeing her punish me, doing those things, eager to feed my pain.

~ * ~ * ~

I did see Lexi one last time. I had no idea she was in town. We were at a ballgame, and our daughter was playing third base. I was so proud of her, she has a great arm for a - damn, I'm a Dad now, I can't say that, my wife would kill me. She has a great arm, let's leave it at that, and her team was playing for the championship. 

For some reason, I looked down the line past where Dee was playing, and I saw her. She didn't look bad. Not like someone who'd been a whore for nearly twenty years. She was thinner, dressed nicely, too nicely to be honest. Inappropriately for a ball game. 

But it was her. No doubt about it. She was watching my girl, and then she looked into the stands at me and the rest of my family. She was too far away from me to really see her expression. Instinctively I raised my hand to wave at her, then stopped, and lowered it. 

Melissa caught me, and gave me a weird look, then glanced down the line where an overdressed middle aged woman was walking away.

"Was that . . .?"

"I think so. It looked like her."

"Why? Why is she here now?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her or spoken to her since the day I left the house nineteen years ago."

"If that bitch has any intention of getting you back—" she snarled.

I grabbed her hand. "I'm pretty sure that's not her plan. I . . . I think she was curious. You know that there isn't a chance in hell of her coming between us, don't you?"

Melissa leaned against me and we were quiet as our daughter's team ran into the dugout. She was going to be on deck.

"Do you still think about her?"

"Rarely. Never in a good way. I guess I feel sorry for her sometimes. Other times I'm glad she went crazy about her payback, and drove me away. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and don't think for a moment that I don't recognize that, and thank my lucky stars every day."

Yeah, she got her payback, but in the end, I think I hit the jackpot. And that's good enough for me.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~



Payback - Ten Fold Ch. 02



Thank you for the all the comments on my previous submissions. I really enjoy being called gay, fag, sissy, wimp, and especially the more creative names like "dickless panty wearing piece of pig shit" -- it turns me on. I promise I will write one new story for every such remark -- so keep them coming so I can stay busy!! 

Chapter 2 -- Bad Influence 

"Hey baby," I greeted Lexi after coming home from work the following Friday. 

"Hey," she said, blankly, from the sofa where she was laying, watching T.V. 

"Wow," I absently commented as I walked past the sofa and noticed what she was wearing. 

Lexi was lounging around in nothing but a pair of lacy boy shorts and a bra. All week long, ever since the night with the Euro-trash, she'd been roaming the house in various stages of undress. Monday I'd found her topless in only a pair of panties, Tuesday it was a sexy baby doll gown with thigh-high's and a thong, Wednesday it was a corset with a thong, Thursday she hadn't bothered to wear any clothes at all! 

Because of that, I'd had a perpetual hard-on all week. That wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that she barely let me touch her, and then, only platonically. I'd been jacking off several times a night just to the sight of her! 

It wasn't like her at all. She usually wore baggy sweat pants and T-shirts at home. She never tried to look sexy. I was a little worried about the change. I liked it a lot, as any man would, but I was not dumb enough to believe the change was made for my pleasure. I hoped the only purpose of it was to tease me in a 'look-what-you-have-at-home-why-would-you-look-elsewhere' sort of way. But I feared worse things. 

"Did you go to work to day?" I asked. 

"No. I'm not ready," Lexi sighed. She'd used up her sick days all week long just to avoid having to be in the same office with Michelle. 

"I understand," I knew was the only response that wouldn't get me chewed out. 

But truthfully, I didn't really understand, at least not fully. I got the part about how hard it was to have to see the person your spouse cheated with, everyday, AND to have to be nice to them for the sake of professionalism. If I had to spend five minutes with the clowns who she'd let fuck her the previous weekend, I'd go mad. But it'd been three weeks since Lexi had found out about the affair, and she'd gone to work and coped with it up until this week. I feared she was regressing in her efforts to move forward. 

"You wanna go see a movie or something tonight? You can pick," I offered as I loosened my tie. 

"I don't think so. But maybe we can go back to the pool hall!" she said, with exaggerated sarcasm and an evil grin. 

I shook my head. "The way I feel right now, I don't think I ever want to set foot in that place." 

"Awww, did I ruin it for you?" Lexi said, without an ounce of genuine sympathy. 

I ignored that cheap shot. "So, what then...you wanna do anything tonight?" I asked, hopefully. 

"Not with you," she said, coldly. "I'm going upstairs for a while." 

"I love you, Lexi," I blurted out, desperately. 

"Then go fall off a building or something," my wife remarked as she passed me by to go upstairs. She was being unusually cold towards me that night. 

For the most part we'd been getting along that week. There was no talk about apologies, forgiveness, our relationship, or anything like that - she'd have no part in it. It was ironic because usually she always wanted to talk about her feelings and our relationship but I never did. Now the shoe was on the other foot. But she was almost normal when making casual conversation about things like my job, friends, family, movies, etc. She even occasionally smiled. 

But her mood swings were fierce. One minute she was fine, the next she'd grow cold, sometimes down right mean. If I didn't know better I'd swear she'd become bipolar; it was like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. I was walking on eggshells around her. 

I took a quick shower, rubbed one out to a mental Polaroid of my wife in her underwear, then changed into some more comfortable clothes before going to relax in the basement. I grabbed the cordless phone on my way down in case I decided to call up some friends to hang out. I needed to do something to distract me from my marital depression. 

The phone rang and I answered. 

"Hey asshole, put Lexi on the phone," a female voice greeted me. 

"Nice to hear your voice too, Maria," I said, sarcastically. 

"I bet you're soooo disappointed that it isn't your lover, Michelle, on the phone." 

"No. I'm only disappointed to know that you still have a pulse," I sighed. 

"Probably as disappointed as I am to know that you're still married to a woman who's out of your league," Maria replied. "I always knew you were a piece of shit, Tony. I told her this would happen. I hope your dick falls off!" 

"And I hope you die from whatever your latest venereal disease is, you train-wreck whore." I tossed the phone down on the sofa bed and began walking upstairs to inform Lexi that her man-hating, hooker best friend was on the phone. 

Lexi had known Maria since college, and they were thick as thieves. I never understood the friendship. They were night and day opposites. Lexi was hard working, well to do, and a loving wife...until I screwed the last part up. Maria was a foul mouthed, high priced, Chicago call girl, who was married to a man who was more of a pimp than a husband, even though I was pretty sure she was a lesbian. 

Since they lived in different cities and stayed busy in their own lives, the Friday phone call to catch up with each other's lives was a weekly ritual for the girls. And whenever I was unlucky enough to pick up the phone, Maria and I always ripped into each other -- that was OUR ritual. 

Maria had never liked me from the moment I met her. I didn't know why and never really cared because the feeling was mutual. I saw her as a divisive, manipulative, bitch. But Lexi saw her as a true friend and confidant. My wife and I had to agree to disagree on that point.

Lexi was good at ignoring both of our advice to rid the other from her life. But I'd been a little worried about Maria's phone calls lately, now that my affair had given Maria some ammo to snipe me with. 

"Baby," I tapped on the bedroom door just before opening it, "Satan is on the pho..." I stopped dead in my tracks. My wife was screwing herself with an enormous dildo! 

"Don't you knock!" Lexi shot up so fast she hit her head on the headboard. Her tight pussy made a suction cup-like popping sound as the air released when she hurriedly removed the oversized dildo from her cunt. She'd pulled it out so fast that she lost her grip on the pussy-juice drenched toy and it bounced right off the end of the bed and landed at my feet. 

"I...did knock," I said, amazed, staring down at her toy, wondering what the need was for something so large. 

When I bent over and picked it up off the floor, it didn't seem as big as I'd originally thought, maybe 9 inches, but still big in my book. My 7 inches was all she'd had for the last eight years before last Saturday night, at least as far as I knew. 

I thought I heard someone faintly moaning behind me, so I turned my head around. Displayed on our 37-inch plasma TV was a busty, young, Hispanic looking girl getting the shit fucked out of her by two guys! 

"Is that what you're into now?" I said, worried. Masturbation and porn, two things I had never known to be of any interest to Lexi. "Who are you?" 

"I am not EVEN going to have this conversation with you right now," she said, angrily. "And anyway, this is YOUR movie!" 

"Uh..." was all that came out. I hadn't realized it at first, but it WAS mine. Lexi had found my porn stash.

"What do you want?" Lexi said, irritably. 

"The mother of all whores is on the phone for your weekly bitch-about-men session," I informed her as I made a quick exit from the room. 

"Shit!" I pounded my fist against the railing as I made my way back downstairs. 

Was that why she was so cold today, because of the porn she found? Was this going to be another thing for her to be mad about? But could she really be mad if she was getting herself off to it? 

My reaction to it hadn't been all that great either. It bothered me that she was getting off to a tag-teamed slut in a movie like that, even though I got off to the same movie. And that made me feel like a hypocrite. In that sense, it was no different than my reaction to her tryst with the two clowns from the pool hall. I was bitter and jealous over it but my dick was rock hard. It's ok for me to enjoy it but not for her? I knew it was an unfair double standard, but I still couldn't help feeling upset by it. 

Back in the basement, I plopped down on the sofa bed and buried my face in the pillow. I was prepared to spend the rest of the night in self-loathing. Then I heard a voice. 

It was Maria and Lexi talking on the phone. I still hadn't hung the phone up! I quickly snatched the cordless and put it to my ear. 

"Girl, all men have a stash of porn somewhere. I see it as a blessing. The more they jack-off, the less we have to fuck them," Maria remarked. 

"I've known about it for a long time now," Lexi said. "Remember when I told you how I found it when I was cleaning that one day? It didn't bother me because we were having a lot of sex back then. I just never thought I'd want to watch one." 

"And the bastard had the nerve to try and make you feel guilty about it? What a hypocrite." 

"Maria, I've been watching them all week. It's some really hardcore stuff. Do you think that's why he cheated with Michelle? Because she's kinkier than me?" 

"He cheated because he's a loser, like I always told you he was." 

I briefly pulled the phone away from my ear and stuck up my middle finger at it.

"What's really messed up is that I'm starting to feel responsible for what he did. Watching these movies is turning me on and I'm thinking, ok, I see why he would want someone who was into that stuff. I guess I'm kind of boring when it comes to sex." 

"Then he should have asked you to do it, whatever it was. But he didn't, he kept his kinky shit a secret and then shared it with someone else!" Maria harped. 

"I know. I know. I wish he would have, because I find a lot of it so arousing. I would have enjoyed it. I've been masturbating like crazy all week! I even went and bought a..." Lexi paused, "A dildo," she said it like it was a dirty word. "Am I turning into a freak?" 

"Sweetie, you're way late to that party. I've been masturbating since I was like ten. Now if I could only figure out how to lick my own pussy I wouldn't even bother with relationships." 

Lexi laughed. "If anyone can figure it out, you could!" 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, smart ass. Enough about the porno crap, let's get back to the details about these two guys you screwed, ya little slut!" 

"Maria, it was so amazing! And don't call me a slut because I'm so ashamed of myself. Seriously, don't even kid about it." 

"Oh, sweetie, there is nothing to be ashamed of. You know Tony had it coming." 

"It's not even that. I don't feel guilty about what it did to Tony; let that bastard taste his own medicine! I feel guilty for enjoying it. The whole reason I even did it was to get back at him, I just...I didn't expect to like it so much. You would not have believed the way I acted that night." 

"I'm listening." 

"They were feeling me up in a public place, people were staring, and I was getting so turned on! I don't know what got into me! I was tossing my clothes out the window of their car, and giving head in the back seat. We went at it all night long and I just wanted more! I don't even know how many times they fucked me, or how many blow jobs I gave. One minute I'm pushing them out the door, and next thing I know I'm on my knees sucking them both off again like I didn't want it to end!" 

"Sounds like you had a great time! Nothing wrong with that." Maria assured her. 

"Yeah, but do you get my point? It was supposed to be about revenge. I could have had that with one guy, but I ended up with two. At some point it stopped being about revenge and it was just about getting off!" 

"Why can't it be about both? There's another party you're late to. Most of us did our experimenting in college, but you were too busy making goo-goo eyes at Tony. Looks like you've found a side of yourself that needs some exploring." 

Lexi was quiet for a moment. "Maria, I can't stop thinking about that night...about sex. I know I have some things I want to explore but...I just thought I'd be doing that with my husband." 

"Get a divorce, be single, play all you want. Don't ya think? The son of a bitch cheated on you!" 

"I love him, Maria. I know you hate him, but can you at least try to be objective about it for my sake?" 

"Do I have to?" 

"I have a big problem right now. I'm sex obsessed, but I can't even look at my husband right now without wanting to either cry or slap the shit out of him." 

"Duh, the answer is keep fucking other people! They probably fucked you better than he ever has anyway, right? At least it sounds that way. I've never heard you gush about sex with Tony before." 

"I didn't say it was better...it was just different than what I'm used to, in a lot of ways. I did a lot of stuff I've never even thought of doing. The thing is, I still want to try and find a way to save my marriage. So I don't want to just go around screwing for the sake of screwing. If I'm going to do that I need it to affect him in some way that makes him empathize with how he made me feel when he cheated on me!" 

"You didn't SAY it was better, but you wouldn't, because you love him, only god knows why. But if you're being honest with yourself, I bet he's never rocked your world like those two studs you brought home. As far as affecting him, don't you think what you did affected him?" 

"He looked like a lost puppy the whole time!" 

Maria laughed hard, "Oh how I would have LOVED to see that expression on his face! See, it affected him!" 

"Yeah, but not the way I wanted it to. He still doesn't understand. He thought after it was over that everything would be just fine. If he really felt the way I did then he would have been too hurt to even look at me, the way I was with him. But no, he's just like, 'yay, it's over, we're all good now'." 

"Men are too stupid to know what to feel. They feel with their dicks. What's important is how YOU feel, because YOU are the victim here. And didn't it make you feel good doing that?" 

"Yes, it did. It's the only time I've felt good since I found out. That, and when I masturbate, which I guess is why I've been doing it so much. It's the only escape I've found from my depression. But...I'm not sure if I feel good for the right reasons."  

"There are no 'buts'. Don't over think it. It made you feel good and that's all that matters. You deserve to feel good, don't you?"

"Yes but..."

"What did I say? No 'buts'. He made you feel like crap, so you did something that made you feel better. You have the right to do that. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't need to. You don't regret taking my advice and sleeping with someone else, do you? Honestly?" 

"You fucking BITCH!" I growled through clenched teeth, holding the phone away so they didn't hear me. I should have known Maria had played a part in Lexi's so-called revenge tactics. I expected as much from Maria, but I wouldn't have thought my wife would have listened to that kind of advice! 

Lexi paused for a moment. "No, I can't say I do." 

"Because I knew it would make you feel better. Sweetie, I always know best about men. Who has more experience with them than me? Don't I always give you good advice?" 

"Other than to get a divorce, yes, pretty much, I guess," Lexi only sounded half certain about her answer. 

"That's great advice, you just don't know it yet. But fair enough. Take a little more advice from me. Fuck around all you want to. Any time you get the urge, do it! Because it will make you feel better, and like I said, that is all that matters right now. Remember, YOU are the victim! And make sure he knows about it when you do, because what he don't know won't hurt him, and he needs to be hurt right now. How else will he ever understand what you're going through?" 

"I guess you have a point," Lexi replied, sounding a little reluctant. 

"Of course I do! So why don't you sound convinced?" 

"I am, Maria. I know you're right. You know men better than I do. But I can't help feeling like no matter what I do it will never hurt him as much as it hurt me. What I want out of all this is to get through to him." 

"It will, trust me. Before you can fix your marriage, you have to level the playing field. He's got a leg up on you right now, he got to have his fun with that little whore of his, so you should too! If you don't get even with him then you're always going to resent him, and how can you fix it if you still resent him? Once you've done enough fucking around to feel better, to feel like you're even, then you can start healing." 

"I guess that makes sense," Lexi sounded more convinced this time. 

"No it doesn't!" I cried out, holding the phone against my chest to muffle the sound. I couldn't believe my wife, who I'd always thought to be smarter than average, was buying this load of crap from Maria! 

"And if you REALLY want to make it hurt, the answer is simple..." BEEP BEEP BEEP. 

"Shit!" I yelled. The cordless battery had died on me! 

I hated Maria more now than ever, if that were even possible! Maria was a bitch yes, but she was no dummy. No, she was a pure hustler. I knew she knew the advice she was giving Lexi was misleading, if not an all out attempt to sabotage our marriage. And did she think of how Lexi would feel when her advice ruined not only my life, but hers too? 

Conveniently she left out the part about how the whole world, not just me, would start to look at Lexi like a cheap whore if she acted out on Maria's advice. And how would Lexi feel then? And what bothered me most was - why wasn't Lexi even taking that into consideration? Manipulating my wife was too easy for Maria. 

I marched up the stairs and put the cordless back on the charger. Then I headed for the computer room, which was right next to our bedroom, it was the only other room in the house that had a phone. I wanted to hear what other nonsense Maria was putting into Lexi's head. 

I stopped just before I reached the top of the stairs. Our bedroom was directly at the top of the stairs just off to the right and the door was open. I didn't want her to see me for fear that she might be more careful about what she said if she knew I was with in ear shot. I got as close to our room as I could without being seen. Lexi was giggling. 

"Maria! I don't know, that seems kind of weird...Are you gonna do it with me?" Lexi paused and awaited a response. "I guess I am...Ok, I am...Hold on..." 

I heard Lexi moving around and got in position to bolt if I heard her coming out of the room. 

"Ok, I have it. What now...Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this with you on the phone!" Lexi giggled again. 

Then it got quiet. All I heard was a very faint slurping sound. She couldn't be doing what I thought she was doing. 

"Mmmmmm," Lexi moaned. "Mmmmm...Mmmm Hmmm...Uh ummm..." It sounded like she was still communicating with Maria, only without talking. 

My curiosity got to me and I had to see for myself, even though. I backed down a few stairs into a position where everything but the top of my head was concealed and peeked into the bedroom. She was sucking on her dildo! 

Her eyes were closed. Her head was propped up on a stack of pillows and she layed in an almost upright position. Her panties were on the floor, her legs were bent at the knees and parted wide, and her tits were hanging out the top of her bra. Pressing the phone to her ear with her shoulder, she was gently massaging her breasts with one hand while she worked the big dildo in and out of her mouth with the other, slowly, but with a hungry enthusiasm that was making me hard. 




Payback - Ten Fold Ch. 02



I was dying to know what Maria was saying on the other end of that phone. But if I snuck into the other room I wouldn't be able to see my wife -- the cord wouldn't reach -- and I wanted to watch this! But again my curiosity was too much. I crawled along the floor like a soldier sneaking across enemy lines into the computer room. I felt ridiculous sneaking around my own house. 

I reached the phone and very carefully lifted the receiver, trying my best not to make any noise. 

"That's it sweetie, don't take that cock out of your mouth. Are your eyes still closed?" 

"Mmmm Hmmm." 

"Just imagine him, Lexi. He's tall and muscular with tan skin, and you only just met him, but here you are with his big beautiful cock in your mouth. You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" 

"Uh Hmmm." 

"Play with your pussy while you suck that cock. It's all wet, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmmmmm," Lexi purred into the phone. 

"I know you love sucking that cock, but you really need him to fuck you now. Tell him you need to be fucked." 

"Mmmmm, I want to be fucked," Lexi moaned. 

"No, Lexi, you NEED to be fucked." 

"I neeeed to be fucked!" My wife whimpered. 

"Put it in you the way he would put it in you. He's not gentle is he?" 

"No." 

"No, he's not. He sees what a naughty little girl you are. He's going to be rough with you. But you like it that way. Shove that big, hard cock in there!" 

"Uuuuhhhhhhhh!" 

I could hear Lexi moaning both in the phone and from the adjacent room. My cock was hard as a rock and I had unconsciously unzipped my pants already. And strangely, I felt jealous! Not so much of her toy, but of Maria! In a weird way, it was like she was fucking my wife! 

"He's fucking you soooo hard! He's looking you in your eyes. He knows that pussy is his right now. He's fucking you like he owns you. He's not going to show you any mercy, he's pounding your tight little hole as hard as he wants to!" 

"Ohhhh yeeeeaaaaah! It's soooooo goooood!!" Lexi's loud moans echoed through the house. 

"Put the phone down there Lexi. I want to hear how hard he's fucking you." 

In the phone I could hear the sloshing and smacking sounds of her soaking wet cunt being hammered by her toy. And she was fucking herself so hard that at the same time, I could hear the bed squeaking! 

I almost dropped the phone, but managed to catch it before it clunked down on the hardwood floor, and set it down carefully. I had to see this. I shuffled out into the hallway on my knees, my hard-on hanging out of my pants, bouncing in front of me. I peered into the room. 

Lexi put the phone back to her ear but didn't slow down with the hard fuck she was giving herself. "Yes! Oh god yes! Yeah, I'm a naughty girl! Yes I love his big cock in my pussy! Oh Maria, he's fucking me so hard! Oh my god! Oh my god! Mariaaaaa!" 

I'd been absently playing with dick the whole time I was watching this, but as soon as she yelled out Maria's name, I felt compelled to stop. Control yourself man, I told myself. Remember who is getting her off on the other end of the phone -- my arch nemesis! 

Silence. My wife had made herself cum. She slid down from her upright position onto her back, and her legs straightened out and collapsed flat on the bed. The dildo was still half-way lodged in her pussy. 

"Oh my god, Maria, that was so wrong," she panted. 

I shuffled back into the computer room to pick up the phone. 

"Why was it wrong?" Maria asked. 

"What do you mean why? I just had phone sex with you! Like, eeewwww!" 

"Well at least it was straight sex!" Maria joked. "You know that was good." 

"I was just kidding...well...kind of. I admit, that was amazing! It was so much better than masturbating by myself. Why didn't we ever do that before?" 

"I just wanted to make you feel good. And I knew that would do the trick. See how well I know you?" 

"I know. I'm so glad I have you as a friend right now. I don't know what I'd do if I had to go through this by myself. You're the only one I can talk to." 

Lexi's words made me sick to my stomach. If Maria was the only one who she felt like she could talk to, I knew I was in big trouble. 

"Maria knows best, right?" 

"Yes, Maria," Lexi sarcastically droned, then laughed. 

"So, divorce Tony. I know what's best." 

"Maria, don't ruin the moment, please?" 

Maria let out a very fake laugh. "Oh, I'm just kidding. If I wanted you to leave him so bad I wouldn't have given you all that good advice on how to fix things, right?" 

"I know," Lexi said. 

Wow. Maria was slick. I had to hand it to her. She'd just slipped that right in there. I don't hit women, but I would have punched her through the phone if I could have. 

"But seriously, I want you to do something for me right now. For yourself, actually." 

"What is that?" 

"That little fantasy we just played out?" 

"Yes?" 

"Get up and go make it real." 

"You mean, like...literally, right now?" 

"Lexi, it's Friday night, you're a sexy girl, you're horny, and you need something to make you feel good. Go put my advice into action. Put on something sexy, maybe slutty, and get laid girl! There's no reason not to. It's either that or sit around feeling sad, right?" 

"Maria..." 

"Don't even try to argue, just go do it, you know you want to," Maria interrupted. 

"I wasn't going to argue. I was just going say I love you. Thank you for being here for me." 

"Aww, I love you too. Now go get fucked ya little slut!" 

"Maria!" Lexi giggled. 

"Talk to you soon, sweetie. Remember everything I told you." 

"Oh, I will, don't worry. Bye hun," Lexi hung up the phone. 

Before I could even hang up the phone myself, I heard Lexi get out of the bed and put her feet on the floor. She walked out into the hallway nude, her inner thighs wet with her juices, and strolled right past the dark computer room without noticing me. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. A moment later, I could hear the shower running. 

I hoped she was just washing up to get ready for bed, and not seriously going to do what Maria said. How could she actually listen to that bullshit? Dr. Phil would have bitch slapped Maria for giving that kind of advice, and Lexi was a huge Dr. Phil fan. My wife HAD to be smarter than that. 

I went down to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I'd been starving when I got home, but now I had no appetite. 

I closed the fridge. 

I was trembling, and slightly dizzy. Every minute Lexi spent in the bathroom felt like an hour. I started to pace back and forth in the dining room, praying that Lexi wasn't going to put me through another ordeal like the previous Saturday night. I felt like I was going to cry. 

Almost forty-five minutes later I heard the bathroom door open, and I was exhausted from pacing the entire time. I hurried upstairs to see what she doing. My heart sank when I saw my wife wrapped in a towel, with her hair and make-up done. I knew she was going out. 

"So...how's Maria?" I spoke with a dry throat. 

Lexi looked at me funny. "Since when do you care how Maria's doing? Sorry to disappoint you but she's still alive and well." 

"What did you guys talk about?" I cringed as soon as I asked the question, knowing I was being too forward. 

Lexi started pulling out dresses from her closet and holding them up to herself in the full length mirror on the closet door. "You're a smart guy, figure it out. When a girls husband cheats on her...with a WHORE, what do you suppose she talks to her friends about?" 

"You know, she's not really a good person to be talking to about that. I mean, she hates me. All she's going to do is try to get you to leave me. You don't want her to make a decision like that for you." 

"Oh, don't worry. If I leave you, it won't be her decision. What do you think, I'm stupid?" 

"No, that's not what I was saying." 

"Of course she told me to divorce you, and I told her I'd decide that for myself. But she had other good advice." 

"Like what? Continue to act like a slut!" My anger unleashed itself. 

"How dare you!" Lexi shouted. "You've been more of a slut than any woman I know! Where do you get off calling me that!" 

"I wasn't calling you... I mean, I didn't mean it like that. I meant...damn it, Lexi. I can't think right now. I'm so upset, I hate that you talk to her about us!" 

"Too bad," she said, casually dropping her towel to the floor. "She's the only one I can really talk to right now." 

I was quiet for a moment, taking in the sight of her naked body. I'd seen a lot of it that week, and it never got old. My thought at that moment was how some other man was going to be enjoying all of those beautiful curves tonight. I had half a mind to tie her to the bed to keep her from going anywhere. 

Lexi pulled a short, low cut, red dress off of a hanger, and pulled it over her head. She reached inside of it and adjusted her big boobs to sit properly inside of it. As big as they were, gravity put a little bit of sag to them, so I was surprised she wasn't putting on a bra. But the dress was so tight at the top that it did an ok job of propping them up. In fact, her tits looked fantastic in that dress. The bottom half was looser and the flowing material didn't quite reach the middle of her thigh. 

"No bra?" I inquired. 

"Or panties," she smiled devilishly. "I'm feeling naughty." 

My pulse was racing. "Where are you going like that?" 

"Out." 

"Out?" 

"Out," she repeated, matter-of-factly. As she stepped into her 5 inch red heels, the phone rang. 

I reached over and grabbed it. "Hello?" 

"Yellow Taxi. I'm outside," a man said. 

"I didn't order a cab," I said, then hung up on him. 

"Tony!" Lexi protested. "Damn it, now I have to run in these damn shoes to catch him before he leaves!" 

Lexi bolted down the stairs as fast as she could in her heels, which wasn't very fast. I followed, and grabbed her arm before she could get out the door. 

"Lexi, I love you. I really do, with all my heart. I want you to think about that before you do anything crazy." 

"Crazy? What's crazy is you cheating on a woman like me." Lexi shook her head. "I know what you're thinking, and you're right. I'm going out to get laid. At least you don't have to wonder." 

"That hurts, Lexi. It really does," I said, feeling my eyes water. 

"I don't care how you feel about it right now. What matters is how I feel! I'm the victim here!" Lexi pulled away from me and scurried out the door, waving to the cab. 

The fact that she had just parroted the words right out of Maria's mouth left no question that she had bought her friends advice hook, line, and sinker. 

I stood in the doorway watching her leave through teary eyes. A little gust of wind blew by as she was opening the back door of the cab and it sent her little dress all the way up to her waist, exposing her naked ass and her partially shaved pussy. I wondered how many times that would happen over the course of the night, and how many men would get to see that. She shouldn't be going out alone like that; she could get into a situation she couldn't get out of!

I spent the next thirty minutes pacing some more. My stomach ached from a combination of jealousy, worry, and hunger but I still couldn't eat. My feet were tired from pacing; I'd probably walked a mile over the dining room floor. 

I thought about trying to make myself feel better by getting some action of my own. Maybe I'd call up an escort agency. No, my dick was what got me here in the first place. I was wishing like hell that I had a bottle of booze to get myself drunk off my ass and pass out. 

Too exhausted to keep pacing, I laid down on the couch. But I couldn't stay still. 

I got up and looked out the window, stared at my empty driveway for a while, then laid back down on the couch. 

I stared at the ceiling for a while, constantly shifting and stirring. 

I got up and stared out the window again. The lawn needed mowing. 

I laid back down on the couch, counting the dots on the ceiling. After an indeterminate amount of time, I dozed off. 

I was awakened by a beeping sound. As soon as my vision came into focus I looked at the clock on the cable box, it was 2:17a.m. I'd been asleep for almost four hours. 

I got up and looked out the window again, hoping that at any moment I'd see a cab pulling up with my wife inside of it. The bars closed at 2 a.m. I heard the beeping sound again and realized it was my cell phone. 

I looked all over the place for my cell phone, still not fully awake. I couldn't remember where I put it. When the beeping sound started again, I followed the sound to find my phone had fallen out of my pocket in the computer room. 

I had three unread text messages. I clicked on the first one and an image popped up. My hand began shaking so hard that I dropped my phone on the floor, causing the battery to fall out. 

I sank down to the floor, holding my chest. It took me a minute to get my breathing under control. I grabbed the battery and popped it back in my cell phone then turned it back on. 

I pulled up my text messages and was about to click on the second one, then paused. Did I really want to see it? Chances were, it was another picture message.

The first one had been of my wife, naked except for her fuck-me heels, spread eagle on a pool table. 

My curiosity ate at me until I had to open the next message. Another image popped up. It was a side view of Lexi's face, with some lucky man's very thick cock in her stretched mouth. Either drool, or cum, was dangling from her chin, I couldn't tell. 

"There is really something wrong with me," I shook my head as I realized my dick was getting hard. 

I clicked on the third message. My wife's face was dripping with cum. She was smiling...and flicking me off. 

It was too much for me. I jumped up and began pacing again, cursing her and spewing nonsensical venom about the man that had used her that way. 

For a moment I forgot my own guilt, and took a selfish opportunity to just be mad at her, to feel betrayed. I clicked send. I was going to give her a piece of my mind, the fucking whore! 

"What's up, buddy!" A man answered with a thick, New York accent. 

I hung up. Who the fuck was that? I checked the number and realized it wasn't even my wife's cell phone that the pictures had come from. 

"Damn it, Lexi! How could you be so stupid!" I yelled. Some strange guy now had dirty pictures of my wife and there was no telling what he might do with them! 

My phone rang. It was the same number. I couldn't decide if I wanted to answer or not, and in my indecision it went to voicemail. A moment later, it called back. 

"Who is this," I finally got the courage to answer. 

"The guy who's got his dick in your slutty little wife," The man with the New York accent replied. "And she loves this dick, don't you slut!" 

"Oh fuck yeeeeah! Fuck me harder baby! Oh fuck I love your big cock in my pussy!" I heard Lexi scream. 

"I'm fuckin' this little bitch real good. Fucking whore can't get enough of my cock! Who's pussy is this, slut!" 

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck!" Lexi wailed. "Fuck me like you own me! This is your pussy! Fuck me hard!" 

"You want more, bitch? You like that? Huh? You fucking like that!" 

"Oh my god, you fuck me so good!" 

"Better than this fucking loser on the phone ever did, ain't that right!" 

"Yeeeeeees! Hang up on that asshole and fuck your pussy!" 

"I'm going to fucking kill you motherfuker! You hear me! I'm going to...hello? Hello!" The bastard had hung up. I tried calling back but it went straight to voicemail. 

I spent the next hour or so pacing the floor, crying at random intervals. For some reason I couldn't stop pulling up those pictures from the text messages. They mad me angry, and they made me sad. They also made me hard. 

I eventually ended up on the living room couch, jerking off to the one of my wife looking like a cheap whore with cum splattered all over face. I felt guiltier jerking off to that picture than I ever had while fucking Michelle. I didn't know why. When I finally came, I started crying again. Then I fell asleep. 

The bright lights from the taxi came right through the living room window when it pulled up, and woke me from my slumber. I felt hugely relieved to know my wife was home, so much so, that I all but forgot about being mad. 

I didn't know I how I felt anymore. There was such a strange mix of emotions - sadness, anger, guilt, and remorse, amongst others. Thinking about what my wife was doing, and what I had done to cause it, only made me dizzy. 

I wasn't in good enough shape at that moment to have any kind of confrontation, so I feigned sleep as she entered the house. 

She was a mess. Her make up was gone completely and her hair looked a little damp. I knew she must have showered at some point. Evidence of her slutty antics was all over her red dress in the form of little white stains. 

I remembered she'd been naked in the photos, so I wondered how many times she'd been fucked that night...and by how many. I felt sick. 

"Are you sleeping?" she asked, nudging my shoulder. I could smell a lot of liquor on her breath. 

I shut my eyes completely and didn't move. 

"Do you know what you've done, Tony? Do you have any idea?" Her voice sounded shaky. I recognized her tone and when a teardrop landed on my cheek it confirmed she was crying. "I'm turning into something really bad, Tony. Really bad! And I don't know what to do!" 

I waited for her to continue, still pretending to be asleep, but I soon heard her footsteps going up the stairs. 

Part of me felt guilty for not getting up and talking to her in an obvious moment of emotional conflict. But I also knew she was impossible to talk to when she was drunk. She'd ramble on and on, talking in circles all night long. It was better to wait until she was sober to try and have a serious discussion with her. 

But at least I could tell she felt remorse for what she was doing. That was a good sign, and it helped me sleep a little better that night. But only a little.



Payback - Ten Fold



But I could see the reason for his erratic driving. Brian was spending more time staring at my half-naked wife in the rearview than watching the road! I also realized that he wasn't the only one swerving, I too was more focused on my wife's slutty antics than my driving.

I gripped the steering wheel with both hands and got myself back between the lines, backing off a ways and giving them some more distance. I could no longer see what was going on in the back of the car but I didn't want my bright headlights causing Brian any more of a distraction than he already had. The only thing that could make this night worse was my wife being involved in a fatal car wreck. There would be no getting over the guilt if that happened.

I used my sleeve to wipe my eyes, which were quickly swelling with tears. The thought of losing my wife in any fashion, either to divorce or death, was unbearable. And even worse was the fact that in either case it would be my fault. If I'd only kept my dick in my pants, she would have been sitting there next to me, holding my hand.

I finally caught back up to them when they had to stop at a light. I wished I hadn't. All I saw of Lexi was the back of her head and her fishnet covered legs. One ankle was resting on the back of the passenger seat, the other leg was bent with her foot resting on the center consol next to Brian.

Jesse was turned almost completely around and his face was right on top of hers; clearly he was kissing her passionately. At the same time I could see that his arm was moving rapidly and I could slightly detect some movement on her part as well. I couldn't see it, but I had a sick feeling that he was finger banging my wife.

My eyes almost popped out of my head when I noticed Brian's arm hanging out the window. And there, dangling around his finger was my wife's thong! The bastard raised his arm up high and started twirling them around in the air like he was waving some kind of victory flag!

As the light turned green, he carelessly tossed them aside and left her panties laying in the street as he sped off. I put my foot on the gas and followed.

I saw Jesse turn to face forward and relax in his seat. He reached over and put his hand on the back of Lexi's head. Then, peering at me over his shoulder, he pushed her head down into his lap and she disappeared from my line of sight.

"No Lexi, nooooo!" I cried, as if she could actually hear me. There was no doubt in mind that my wife now had another mans cock in her mouth.

The pain I felt emotionally at that moment was unlike anything I'd ever known. The jealousy was gut wrenching, and the feeling of betrayal was surreal. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself in this position, I trusted Lexi completely so the thought of her and another man had never crossed my mind. As she'd said earlier, at least she was doing her dirt out in the open rather than hiding it like I had, but that didn't make me feel a whole lot better.

But in surprising contrast to the pain in my heart was another kind of pain. It was the pain of my hard cock poking through my boxer shorts and pressing against my zipper!

What the hell was wrong with me, I wondered as I adjusted myself. How could it be that I found this arousing? Seeing her act out in such a slutty way and becoming keenly aware of her sexuality had an erotic element to it, for sure. I'd fantasized about her doing naughty things like giving road head before, albeit my fantasies always involved me, not someone else. But there was no denying I was aroused, a hard cock doesn't lie.

Yet in spite of my erection, as I tasted my salty tears on my lips, I realized that this moment was far more bitter than it was sweet. If I could have made this all go away, I would have done so in a heartbeat.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began texting as I drove - a major pet peeve of mine - but my anger ruled me in that moment. U STUPID BITCH Y DID U HAVE 2 TELL HER!!! THANX 4 RUINING MY LIFE!! I sent Michelle my thoughts at 1a.m.

Minutes later as I followed them around the turn that led to our house, my phone alerted me to her return text; STUPID ASSHOLE U SHOULD HAVE LEFT HER LIKE U PROMISED! U COULD BE HERE WITH ME RIGHT NOW! SO FUCK YOU!

"Bitch," I muttered in earnest. Another mistake I'd made was telling Michelle we had a future together even though I never had any intention of leaving my wife. That was what had prompted her coming clean to Lexi -- her jealousy over the fact that I would never leave Lexi and start a relationship with her...and the fact that I lied about it. That's what happens when a man thinks with his 'little head' -- he'll say anything to get laid. What a fuck-up on my part.

Regaining a little mental clarity, I texted her back -- IM SORRY I HURT U. DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON LEXI. THIS IS HARD ON HER. Conveniently, my ego kept me forgetting that it was my fault. I made my bed and it was time to lay in it.

The black sedan pulled into my driveway, not bothering to pull to one side to give me enough room to get in. I had to park up against the street on the curb. As I did, Michelle's text came back -- FUCK HOW SHE FEELS AND FUCK U 2!! Rather than argue back, I turned my phone off. The hell with how she felt. I had one concern, repairing my marriage.

I sat there waiting for them to exit the car, but no one came out. What was going on? Was she still sucking Jesse's cock in the back seat? My hands were shaking and my head felt light, the nervousness and jealousy I felt was making a mess of me. This couldn't end soon enough. Every minute I sat there knowing my wife was sucking cock in the backseat of that car felt like an hour.

My nerves couldn't take it, I had to get out and see what was going on. No sooner had I stepped out of my Lincoln Navigator and walked around to the driveway, the door of the sedan opened and Brian stepped out.

He saw me and gave me a nod as if we were friends or something. The motion-activated light on my garage turned on and momentarily blinded me until I stepped closer. Then the rear drivers side door opened and Jesse stepped out with a huge grin on his face. Brian gave him a high-five. Out of the same door stepped Lexi.

"Oh my fucking god," I absently droned.

My wife emerged into our driveway completely naked except for her stockings and shoes! Her expression was blank, like she was lost in la-la land. I'd seen that look many times before, and the glistening juices running down her inner thigh's confirmed what I knew that look to mean, she was in a state of pure lust.

Jesse said something to Brian in an unfamiliar language as he gave Lexi a playful smack on her naked behind.

Brian gripped her ass firmly and pulled her close to him, "My friend says you are great cocksucker. I am so happy for you to show me!"

Lexi stood there a while making out with Brian while he fondled her naked ass, as if she was unaware of her own nudity. What the hell was she thinking? It may have been late at night, but it was crazy for her to be doing this right in our own driveway!

"We do have neighbors, ya know? You wanna take this inside?" I interrupted them.

"Do I look like I have a key on me?!" Lexi snapped. "Go open the door so we can fuck!"

Before she even finished talking I was on my way up the front steps with the key in my hand. I scowled back at her before opening the door. The way she treated me with contempt while ordering me around in front of these guys was causing them to get a false idea about me; the idea that an ass kicking for both of them was out of the question. I'm no Floyd Mayweather, but I've strapped up the gloves before.

I opened the door, flicked on the lights and stood to the side as Brian entered my home with my naked wife by the hand in tow, Jesse behind her. As she passed right in front of me I saw clearly what could only be drops of semen on her breasts, chin, and at the corner of her mouth.

The realization that Lexi had obviously swallowed a massive load from Jesse made my stomach turn. I wondered if she HAD gotten drunk at the pool hall when I wasn't watching, couldn't she feel it on her face and tits? Or did she leave it there for me to see?

I grabbed my wife by the hand and pulled her away from Brian. "Baby, don't you think you've gone far enough?" I said, trying to hide the bitter jealousy that I knew was all over my face. "You've made your point, you don't need these clowns."

"Who is this clown you say!" Jesse angrily protested, puffing his chest out like he had some balls.

"Watch it, jerk-off! I've taken down bigger and badder motherfuckers than you!" I swelled up on him and stepped closer, and watched his bravado quickly diminish.

"Knock it off you jealous loser!" Lexi directed her insult at me as she stepped in between us. "I'm SO glad to know you're starting to see what it feels like." She stepped back and began to grind her ass against Jesse's crotch as she purred, "Mmmm, because when they have their big cocks buried in my hot, wet pussy, it will feel that much better knowing you are suffering!"

"Ha! Who is a clown now!" Jesse said triumphantly.

I ignored his comment, staring at my horny, bitter, and very naked wife with a slack-jawed look of shock, disgust and utter amazement. What kind of a monster had my infidelity created?

"Let's go to my bedroom, boys," Lexi said, grabbing both of them by the hand. "My pussy is aching for some attention!"

I stood there in the entryway, defeated, watching her tight, little, naked ass jiggle as she walked up the stairs with her strange lovers. The sight of her hot, naked body coupled with a naughty, sexually insatiable attitude I'd never witnessed from her before had my dick hard as a flagpole. Yet the jealous knots in my stomach demanded that I take a seat on the living room sofa.

I heard the bedroom door slam shut as I took a seat.

For her to do this with one stranger was hard enough to fathom, but two guys at the same time? I couldn't help but wonder if her display of sexual deviance was a real part of her personality that I had overlooked all this time, or if it was all for show.

The familiar scent of her aroused pussy still lingered in the room and left no doubt that she was getting off on this. I had no reason to doubt that her motive was pay back, but clearly she was getting more sexual gratification from it than satisfaction of revenge. That knowledge only heightened my jealousy...and my arousal!

My conflicted reaction to the situation had me wholly confused. Jealousy, bitterness, and fear clouded my mind. It was hard to understand how a raging hard-on could accompany those emotions! While sitting there trying to psycho analyze myself, I heard Lexi's moans echoing from the bedroom.

"Ahhhh, yeah! Fuck me! Yes! Like that! Oooooooooh I love your big cock in my pussy! Don't stop! Harder! Harder! Give it to me! Oh my god! I've never been fucked like this before!"

Lexi had always been a moaner and a screamer, but never much for forming actual sentences during sex. I took some comfort in knowing that her words were only for my benefit. Her words weren't making me jealous as she'd intended; they were making me horny!

I couldn't help but unzip my pants and release my throbbing cock. It sprung up like a jack-in-the-box and pointed up at the ceiling. I tried to ignore my feelings of guilt in favor of lust as I gripped it firmly and began to stroke. This was wrong, how could I get off to this?

Fuck it, I decided. It was either focus on my lust and find a way to derive some pleasure from this fucked up mess or else let my jealousy drive me insane. The latter of the two options would likely land me in prison -- I still wanted to ring those guys' necks.

"Oh yes! Oh fuck Jesse! Jesse! Jesse! You're so amazing! Oh yes Jesse! Fuck me hard while I suck Brian's cock! Yes! Yes! That's your pussy! Pound my wet pussy!"

"Yes it is mine bitch! Show me how you love this!" He yelled back.

Him, I could have choked for uttering those words. But her words sounded so artificial to me that I couldn't feel threatened by them. All I could think was how I wished she'd talk dirty like that with me. She was enjoying the sex, that much I knew, but I was doing my best to remain blissfully ignorant of that fact. I wondered how she'd react if she knew how she was getting me off!

I was getting close to cumming to the sound of Lexi and the squeaking floorboards above me. But she beat me to it. She went completely silent, the way she always did when she had orgasm.

It was unique to say the least. Most women I'd been with became increasingly vocal with their climax, but Lexi would just open her mouth wide and make an almost inaudible hissing sound that was both strange and extremely sexy in my book. But I didn't find it sexy this time.

My jealous conscious came back with a vengeance and was screaming 'Another man just gave your wife an orgasm you stupid fuck!' Sitting there, breathless, with my hard cock in my hand, I felt like crying. I couldn't take this.

I heard her screaming and moaning resume as I quickly retreated to the basement. Down there I could still hear her faintly, but the sounds of the two strangers banging my wife was much less intrusive. I unfolded the hide-a-bed sofa and lay down with a pillow over my head. Now there was silence.

I don't know how long I laid like that, pondering the piss-poor choices I'd made that had led me to this situation, but at some point I fell asleep. But even in sleep there was no peace for me. In my dreams - more like nightmares -- the cocks of strange men were still invading my wife's body, and my wife loved every moment of it.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! I love it!"

Suddenly I awoke.

"Oh yeah, Brian! Bang my pussy! I need it! Oh fuck I need that cock! Yeeeeeesssss!"

I looked at my watch. It was 5:30 in the morning.

"They're still going at it!" I thought aloud.

But why could I hear them so well now? Lexi's moaning and dirty talking was hitting my ears loud and clear.

Since I couldn't avoid the sounds of her affair anymore, I decided to go up stairs and see what the hell was going on. On the main floor I could hear her getting fucked even louder, but I could tell they weren't in the living room. Had she opened the bedroom door? Why? Just to make sure I could hear it? Or did she actually want me to see it?

I felt my cock getting stiff again. For the first time in my life I actually despised my own precious dick!

I slowly wandered up the stairs towards the bedroom, wondering with each step if I would regret my curiosity.

As I neared the top of the stairs I could see the bedroom was empty. The comforter was on the floor and the sheets were a mess. The smell of sex was overpowering.

"Yes you like my cock bitch! Show me how you like it so much!" I heard Brian's voice and turned to my left.

Down at the end of the hall, the bathroom door was wide open and the shower was running. Behind the shower curtain, the silhouette of one tall figure standing on each side of the tub was easily distinguishable, and in the middle, I made out the shadowy outline of Lexi, bent over, getting fucked from behind and no doubt sucking a cock on the other end.

"Yes my little whore-bitch you are so hungry!" Jesse's voice echoed.

His shadow was easy to make out, as he was the taller of the two men. He appeared to be thrusting himself inside of her mouth. I could hear her intermittently gagging on his cock between moans.

Brian said something to Jesse in his foreign dialect that made them both chuckle, then he said in his broken English, "We so lucky to meet this whore like you, Lexi. We love to use your body for our cocks!" I saw his arm rise and then heard a loud smack as he landed a hard hand on my wife's ass.

Without even realizing it, I had been absently stroking my cock in my pants while watching this. "What the hell," I muttered. Why should they be the only ones getting off? I pulled my cock out through the zipper of my jeans and began to whack it.   

Brian was fucking Lexi hard; I could see the rapid movement of his shadow behind her coupled with the loud slapping sound as he bottomed out in her cunt with each thrust. One arm was extended forward and I could tell he was gripping her hair. The other hand was delivering swift slaps across her ass.

Jesse was going to town fucking her mouth just as violently as his friend was beating her pussy. Aside from the usual noises of rough sex, all I heard was grunts and growls from the two men and the muffled gags and moans coming from my wife's cock stuffed mouth. If I hadn't been standing there to take in the sights and sounds I wouldn't have believed what a cock hungry animal my wife could be!

"Yeeees hungry bitch! I am going to feed you! Yeeeees!" Jesse groaned.

This was all too much for me. I started blowing my load all over the hallway without a care in the world for the carpet or the walls. Jesse was almost right in sync with me. I could hear a throaty groan echoing all the way down the hallway as Lexi drained his balls.

"Oh no, look all over your face!" Jesse laughed. I heard Brian and Lexi start laughing too.

Without warning, Jesse poked his head out from behind the curtain and reached for a towel. He saw me right away and grinned. I just stood there frozen, not knowing what to say or do in a situation like this.

Jesse said something to Brian in their language and the other end of the shower curtain opened slightly as Brian peaked out and they both started chuckling.

"My friend, look and tell me you like to see how we have done for your wife?" Jesse said, as he pushed the shower curtain all the way back.

Lexi looked stunned to see me standing there. Brian was still firmly pressed against her ass and I knew he was inside of her snatch. He didn't bother to pull out. Jesse just stood there smiling, his enormous cock dangling between his legs. Not that it mattered; I was way past cock envy. Big or small, it was just a cock that wasn't mine that had been inside my wife. I wanted to grab a kitchen knife and cut it off.

What a mess they had made of her. Her hair was mightily disheveled and the smeared make-up around her eyes was evident under a huge load of sperm that was dripping from her face.

"What are you doing standing there?" She asked, wiping a little cum from her eye. "Did you come to watch me get fucked?"

Brian apparently took that as a cue to start pounding her again.

"Oooooooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck, honey, it's soooooo fucking good! I love his big cock in my pussy!" Lexi moaned as she turned her face into the shower spray, washing away Jesse's sperm.

Having just busted my nut, my cock had shrunk and the lust was gone. Nothing remained but the bitterness and jealousy. Seeing him fuck my wife did nothing but upset me. I wanted to walk, or better yet run, away. But my legs wouldn't move me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Lexi and her big bouncing tits as she let Brian fuck her.

He didn't last long. A minute later, with a loud grunt, he emptied his balls and pulled out of her. I was relieved to see him wearing a condom. And somewhat surprised to see his cock was no bigger than mine after she'd made a point to tell me how "big" it was.

But I was not pleased to see the look of disappointment on Lexi's face when he finished so soon. I guess I wanted to think that they were pushing her limits, not the other way around. That maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew by taking on two men at once, and would be happy for it to end. But it wasn't so.

I couldn't face her at that moment with these two assholes standing there looking smug. And I was too emotionally drained to fight anymore. I made a quick exit and returned to the basement, basically, to hide. Part of me was hoping she'd come after me and say or do something to patch things up between us, but she didn't. All I wanted to do at that point was fall asleep and wake up with these two men gone from my life, and my wife belonging once again to me and ONLY me.




Payback - Ten Fold



I managed to doze off for a while but got woken up again only a few hours later. It was just after 8:00 a.m. by my watch. I heard some banging upstairs and some talking. They were still here.

I'd had enough. They'd had their fun and as far as I was concerned Lexi had done enough to make her point. These guys had to go! I went into the storage closet and grabbed one of my metal softball bats. They'd get one warning to leave and then I was going to go A-Rod on their fucking heads!

As I reached the top of the stairs I could hear my wife's voice in the kitchen. The men's voices were coming from the adjacent dining room. Before I made my presence known, I surveyed the scene, just out of their sight.

The guys were dressed and sitting at my dining room table. At least they weren't fucking Lexi again, I thought. Although I doubted they would be up at this time if they had ever bothered to go to sleep, which likely meant the shower sex hadn't been the last round.

I peered around the corner and saw Lexi in the kitchen. She was cooking eggs and sausage, and was butt naked! I don't know why her nudity bothered me at that point, after they'd already had her in ways I didn't want to imagine. But it did. Lexi didn't walk around the house nude, ever. I saw it as a sign that she wasn't completely back to her normal self.

I sat and contemplated my next move. I could go and make a scene and get rid of them now, or I could let them have their breakfast and hopefully they'd leave on their own without being confronted. That would make things go over better with Lexi. I waited.

A few minutes later I watched her strut her naked ass out into the dining room with a pair of breakfast plates.

"Thank you so much Lexi. You are so beautiful and kind to us," Brian said, feeling free to put his hand on her as and pull her close for an affectionate hug.

"Yes, I hope you not so mad at us for the bad things we say when we fuck you," Jesse added.

"Oh, no worries. I admit I'm not used to being called names like that during sex but it kind of turned me on!" Lexi giggled.

Brian smiled. "You are beautiful whore," he said as innocently as such words could be said, as he gave her a slap on the ass.

"Yes. You will not let us stay again today? I think I am liking to fuck you more again. Also Brian too, yes?" Jesse asked his partner.

Brian nodded and spoke with his mouth full, "Yeeeees!"

Lexi looked genuinely disappointed. "No, I'm sorry. I would love to, and I mean LOVE to just stay in bed with you guys all day and let you fuck me silly. But I have to go to work tomorrow and I need some time to relax. Besides, my husband is probably at his limit as far as how much he can take without going off the deep end."

The two men laughed. "I don't see how he cheat on this beautiful woman, stupid asshole," Jesse commented. "You leave him and come with us!"

"No, I glad for him doing it so we can fuck her!" Brian chuckled. "But also yes, leave him for be with me and Jesse."

"Sorry boys, no can do. As much as I feel like I might regret it, I'm not ready to give up on my marriage just yet."

Those words were music to my ears. And hearing her tell them they had to go satisfied me enough to keep my cool while I listened to them laugh about our marital problems. I just wanted them gone, and to be alone with my wife.

Another twenty minutes or so of idle chit chat and repeated attempts to convince my wife to go with them wherever the hell they were going back to, and they were getting up and preparing to leave. I heard Lexi walk them to the front door while saying their goodbyes to each other, and it got suddenly quiet.

"Damn you, Lexi," I said, under my breath. I knew. I just knew.

I quietly walked into the kitchen and peered around the corner past the dining room to the living room and entryway.

Sure enough, my naked wife was on her knees saying goodbye to their dicks. For a woman who wasn't ready to give up on her marriage, she sure was enthusiastic about sucking other men's cocks.

It would be almost another thirty minutes before they finally deposited their loads down Lexi's throat and left my home. She'd never spent more than five minutes blowing me. I'd either cum or she'd give up and tell me it was her turn.

When she locked the door and turned in my direction, she had a very guilty look on her face. The first sign of guilt I'd seen since she'd met the Euro-trash. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," I replied.

"Did you like watching that?" She asked coyly.

"I couldn't be happier that it's over with," I said, sadly.

She strutted towards me with arrogance about her, "I really loved sucking their big cocks, could you tell? Almost as much as I loved the way they fucked me all night long!"

"Are you done yet? You really love rubbing my nose in it, don't you? I did what I did, but I never gloated bout it!" I complained.

"No, Michelle does all the gloating for you! Don't forget, I still have to go to work tomorrow and try to ignore her smug face and take orders from the woman who fucked my husband! Don't tell me about gloating!" Lexi ranted as she marched past me into the kitchen.

"Aren't we done with this argument? You had your little revenge, can we just go back to normal now?" I put my hand gently on her butt and gave it a loving little squeeze.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She swatted my hand away. "Who do you think you are to touch me? You never wanted to touch me while you were having your affair with Michelle! You think everything is fine now? Really!"

"Lexi, you just spent an entire night screwing two men all over my house. Don't you think we're even? You have no idea how hard that was for me to deal with!"

"No!" She slammed her frying pan in the sink. "Poor you, is that it? I'm glad it was hard for you, but if you think just because of what happened last night that we're even or that everything can just magically go back to normal, then you obviously haven't experienced the level of pain that I have to deal with every day!"

"Well then what is it going to take? I miss you, Lexi. I miss touching you, kissing you, making love to you. I want my wife back," I pleaded.

Lexi's eyes swelled up with tears. "It's going to take time. I'm not ready to forgive you yet. Last night helped. It gave you a tiny little glimpse of what it was like to be me, and it helped me to not feel so fucking helpless."

"But I don't understand. You were fine up until last night. I mean, I know we haven't been normal, but you seemed kind of ok. Then all of the sudden you just hit me with...with...you know." I didn't want to recount what she had done with the two men in our bed.

"Well I can't just walk around crying all the time. I have to try to feel normal, even if I'm still crying on the inside. And last night, for the first time since I found out what you did to us, I felt great. Fucking great!"

"Does that mean..." I paused, wiping the tears from my eyes, "Are you gonna see them again?"

"They are getting on a plane tomorrow. You'll be happy to know you'll never see them again. If you're wondering if I'm going to fuck anybody else, I don't know. I really don't know. But if I do, just know that you still fucking deserve it. We are NOT even, and I am NOT ok."

"I don't know if I can take that again, Lexi," I said, plainly.

"Well that's too bad. I want to find a way to forgive you. And it may take a while. And I 'm not going to promise to be faithful to you while I try and figure things out. At least I'm being honest, unlike you. If I didn't have any feelings left, I could easily just say it's over. The fact that I'm still here should tell you something."

"I'll do whatever you need me to do, Lexi. I love you."

"What I need you to do is talk to me when I want to talk, and give me space when I need space. Right now, I need space, a lot of it. So please sleep downstairs for now, for both of our sakes. And whatever I do to make myself feel better, you'd better be prepared to cope."

"I can try, but I have to tell you...I almost lost it last night. Those guys could have gotten hurt."

"I know." She turned to walk away, then stopped. "It's really scary. I have no control over my emotions right now. I know how hard that was for you to deal with, I saw it in your face. I love you so much, but at the same time, it felt so fucking good just to see you hurt. It might be better if you just leave, because it could get a lot worse before it's gets better. The way I feel right now, it would be easy for me to do it again. Don't expect me to be nice, Tony. I'm so full of anger right now I can't even begin to tell you."

"If you're not giving up on me, then I'm not giving up on you," I said, as I watched her walk away. I just hoped I could live up to my words.