52 comments/ 160629 views/ 11 favorites Target Practice By: Just Plain Bob For years I've known about what people say about me behind my back. They say I'm a hen-pecked, pussy whipped wimp. I suppose it had a lot to do with the fact that my wife was ten years older than I am and some of it was because I tended to do what she told me to do, but so what? What was wrong in trying to keep your wife happy? I felt that I had lucked out big time when I found Kathleen and that I'd hit the lottery jackpot when she said yes to my marriage proposal. Damned right I did whatever it took to keep her happy and satisfied and if that made people see me as hen-pecked and a wimp so be it. They were right on when it came to my being pussy whipped. Before I'd met Kathleen I'd had my fair share of the ladies and I could say without a doubt that Kath was the best pussy I had ever had. Not only was she great in bed, but she wanted sex all the time. Even after seven years of marriage we were still getting it on five and six times a week. She was beautiful, she was sexy and she was mine. I had it made and so what if I had to pay for it with a few 'yes dears' and some 'whatever you say my loves." At least that was how I thought until last Saturday night. ============================================ Kathleen's best friend Marcia worked at the same company as Kathleen and Marcia had received a promotion. Kath decided to throw her a party and so it was that I found myself with a house full of people that I barely knew. I'd met several at company picnics and Christmas parties, but I never remember those people. You meet so many of them and spend so little time with them that they barely register and then you don't see them again for another six months. I felt like a stranger in my own house. To keep from seeming awkward I busied myself with trying to be the good host. I kept the ice bucket full, made sure that the booze didn't run out and that the bowls of chips, pretzels and dip didn't run out. The party had been going on for a couple of hours when suddenly I began to feel uncomfortable. I don't know why, I just did. I noticed, or thought I did, that people were looking at me with strange looks on their faces and on a couple of guys I would have to say that their looks seemed like smirks. At the time I didn't wonder about it, it just seemed strange is all. It was about three hours into the party when I noticed that I hadn't seen Kathleen for a while. That was curious since it was her party and I would have expected her to be mingling with her guests. Maybe she was outside getting some fresh air. I saw that the ice bucket was getting low so I went to the refrigerator freezer to get more and saw that there wasn't any so I had to go down into the basement. We have a twenty-three cubic foot freezer and we had put several bags of ice in it in anticipation of using a lot during the party. As I was getting a bag of ice out of the freezer I heard a 'thump' over my head and a second or two later there was another one. That was odd because the room directly over the freezer and where I was standing was Kathleen's private office and she had locked it before the party to keep people from going in and being nosey. I don't know why I did what I did next because it was something that I had never done before, but I got up on the freezer and put my ear to the heating duct that went to Kath's office. There was talking, it was faint, but I could just make it out. It was obvious that a woman was being fucked in Kathleen's office. Did Kathleen let her in or had she 'jimmied' the latch? "Deeper" the woman said, "Push it in lover, you know I love your cock." "Damn, but you are sure tight. Doesn't he ever fuck you?" "Not near enough and nowhere near as good as you do." "I can't believe that we are doing this with him here in the house." "Will you stop worrying about him and just fuck me? Come on lover, hard and deep, give it to me." I heard several moans and sharp little cries and I was just about to get down off the freezer and go upstairs and stand where I could see who came out of the room when I found out that I didn't have to. "That was intense lover, I haven't cum that hard since our first time -what, three years ago?" "Closer to three and a half years. It is probably because the element of danger has heightened your senses." "Danger, what danger?" "My God Kath, you are fucking me in your own home with your husband here. He could walk in on us at any time." "No he won't. In the first place this is my room and if it is locked he knows to stay out. Even if he did come in and catch us all I'd have to do is tell him to go sit in the corner and watch and we would talk about it later." "And he would do it?" "He would if he wanted to keep me around." "I didn't know you could be so cold." "There's a lot about me that you don't know lover. Do you know I'm still horny? Do you know that I'm planning on sucking your cock and getting you hard again?" "What about your guests?" "Hubby can take care of them while you take care of me." =============================================== I got down from the freezer and just stood there looking at the bag of ice cubes. My world had just come crashing down on my head. I couldn't believe it. How could I? Kathleen and I had sex five or six times a week and it wasn't, at least to her, "Near enough?" She had been cheating on me for over three years? How in God's name could she have done that and me not have a clue? I didn't even want to think about the other thing she had said, that I didn't fuck her near as well as her lover. I loved her as much as l loved life itself and thinking on it I saw that regardless of what she had been doing she still had been loving and affectionate and my quality of life hadn't suffered any. But as corny as it may sound, a mans got to do what a mans got to do and there was one thing she had told her lover that I could not let stand. I would go sit in the corner and watch if she told me to, would I? No fucking way, not in this lifetime. =============================================== I took the bag of ice upstairs and refilled the ice bucket. I noticed that the vodka was almost gone so I opened a new bottle and then I went and checked on all the chip and dip dishes and made sure that they were full and then I went back to my den. Early on Kath and I had decided that we didn't want children, a good decision as now there wouldn't be any custody battles, but even though we wouldn't have a family we still wanted a big house. We looked for something with acreage so we could have privacy. We found a four-bedroom ranch on six acres and snatched it up. Kathleen took one bedroom for her home office and I took one for my den. I went into my den and walked over to the clothes closet that I had turned into a mini storeroom and where I had put my gun safe. I opened the safe and then stood back and contemplated. The 1911A1 and the 92F would be overkill. They would inspire more fear, but they would make more noise in a small room than what I wanted. I settled on a .22 caliber target pistol, made sure that it had a full clip, and went over to my desk where I kept a key to Kathleen's room. The lovers were on Kathleen's leather couch when I came in the door. Kathleen was on her hands and knees and Greg was fucking her from behind. They were both facing the door when I walked into the room and I saw the shock on both of their faces. Kathleen recovered first and I'll be damned if she didn't do just what she told Greg she would do. "Close the door dear; we don't need anyone looking in here. This isn't about us honey, we are okay, you'll see. Just go on back to the party and we can talk this when all the guests are gone." I almost laughed at the thought that she'd actually thought I would do it. Instead I brought the target pistol out from behind my back where I'd been holding it. "You are right Kath, this isn't about us, it is about me. You certainly don't think much of me as a man if you expect that you can cuckold me, tell me it's okay and then send me back to your party to take care of your guests while some asshole fucks you in my own house." As soon as Greg saw the pistol he realized he was in deep shit which is just what I wanted him to think. I pointed the pistol in his general direction and he pulled himself out of Kathleen and moved to get off the couch. I'm a better than average hand with a pistol. I fired Expert in the Army and I belonged to two gun clubs where I shoot competitively, but Greg didn't know that and he was going to think that every time I fired I was aiming at him and that I was just a bad shot. Just behind him on a bookcase was a two-foot high porcelain cat. It had belonged to Kathleen's great, great, great grandmother and had been passed down through the family to Kathleen. It was a family heirloom and Kathleen took extreme measures to see that it never got damaged in any way. It shattered as my first shot slammed into it. Kathleen screamed and Greg sobbed out an "Oh God" as he reached for his pants. "I'm going to kill you mother fucker" I screamed at him as I sent the next shot by him into Kathleen's Dell computer. The third shot took out her monitor and Greg forgot all about his pants and ran naked out of the room. I was tempted to put one in the doorframe next to him as he went out the door, but I didn't know if anyone was in the hallway or not so I settled for putting one in the ceiling just above the door. Before I chased after him I turned to Kathleen: "Can you believe it? I keep missing the asshole. I need some target practice." Then I followed Greg out of the room putting two more rounds into the ceiling to make sure that Greg kept running for the front door. I saw some amused looks on several faces as Greg ran naked through the room and out the front door. I followed him out onto the porch and fired one more round into the air. He must have left his keys in the car because it roared into life and he tore down the driveway. I walked back into the house and saw everybody looking at me. "That's not the end of the party folks, just part of the entertainment. For all of you single guys, and married guys too, as long as your wives don't mind, Kathleen is going to pull a train on the leather couch in her home office. Don't mind this," I said as I waved the pistol, "This is just what happens if you don't get my permission first. Go get her guys. She loves cock and a lot of it." I walked back to Kathleen's office and she was sitting on her couch, naked and crying. I unzipped myself as I walked into the room. I went over to her and pushed her down on her back. "Stop your crying. Greg is gone, but I think replacements are on the way." I pushed her legs apart and then I mounted her. Her pussy was wet and sloppy and I wondered how many times Greg had cum in her before I broke up their little party. I really didn't want to do it, but I didn't want anyone who might take me up on my offer to come in and see Kath crying so I pressed my lips down on hers and pushed my tongue in her mouth. I pounded into her cunt and kept one eye on the door and then it happened. First one guy came in and a minute later another one and soon there were seven men in the room. Sex had always been good with Kathleen and she had always been responsive and my steady hard pounding got to her and she started to moan. "Come on guys, get those clothes off" and two of them did while the other five just watched and waited to see what would happen. "Her favorite fantasy has always been to be taken by a bunch of guys while she pretends to try and fight them off. One of you guys get over here and shove your cock in her mouth and face fuck her." My words filtered through to Kathleen's brain and her eyes shot open. She opened her mouth to protest, but the guy was already there and any protest she was going to make died in her throat when the man shoved his cock in her mouth. I looked over at the other naked guy and said: "Get over here and get ready. When I blow I'm going to get right off and I want you to get right on." Several more hard and fast strokes and I busted my nut. I got off and the man was on and in before Kathleen even registered that I was gone. I looked at the other five: "Come on guys. The three of us won't be able to keep her going long. Her personal best is five guys for four hours. With as many as are here now we can keep her going until six in the morning. Come on, get naked while I go and get myself a fresh drink." A couple were undoing their belts as I left the room. =============================================== I walked into the kitchen and made myself a drink and then I returned to Kath's room. I got there just in time to see the man who had taken my place pull out and another man take his place. I gathered up Greg's clothes and the pistol from where I had set it down and then I went down into the basement. I used Greg's clothes for cleaning rags as I cleaned and oiled the pistol and then I took it upstairs and put it back in the gun safe. As I walked by Kath's room there were two women standing in the hallway and looking in the door. One turned to the other and said, "I never realized she was such a slut." "Of course you did," said the other. "We all knew she was fucking Greg behind her husbands back and if that didn't make her a slut I can't imagine what would." I glanced over them into the room where three men were pushing a resisting Kathleen into position for a triple penetration and I was gratified to hear a little scream as one man stabbed his cock in her ass. One of the women turned to me; "You don't care that she does this?" "Not since I caught her with Greg tonight." "You never knew?" "Not until an hour ago." I went into the kitchen and was putting on a pot of coffee when Marcia came up to me: "Why did you do that to her? She loves you and you show your love for her by doing that to her? You are not the nice guy that she tells everyone that you are." "I am a nice guy Marcia - until you fuck with me. Strange as it may seem to you I consider fucking other men behind my back to be fucking with me and I'm sorry that I don't dare give her what she really deserves." Marcia gave me a dirty look and then she turned and stalked away. ============================================ When the coffee was ready I poured myself a cup and went out on the patio and sat down to sip coffee and look at the stars. I heard the door open and close behind me and then a voice said, "Have you given any thought as to what you are going to do about me?" I turned and saw an extremely good-looking woman looking at me. "I guess the logical question would be why do I need to give thought as to what to do about you?" "Well, you did run my ride out of here so fast that he didn't have time to gather me up to go along." "You were Greg's date? I'm sorry; I thought he came alone." "I'm not his date. I'm his about to be ex-wife." "I take it that you didn't know until tonight either?" "I suspected, but I had no proof." "I'll see to it that you get a ride home after this mess is over tonight." "I don't want to go home to that asshole." "Okay, you can stay in the spare bedroom tonight and we will figure out what to do in the morning." "That won't do either. I don't want to be here when everyone is gone and you and your wife have to face each other and have it out." "Okay then, I'll drive you to a motel or hotel." "Can't do that either. Since all I was doing was going to a party with my husband all I left the house with was a small clutch purse containing what I'd need to refresh my makeup." "I'll get you a room and I'll pay for it, okay?" "No, not really. I don't like to sleep alone." "Just what are you getting at?" "Does the word 'revenge' strike a chord? Are you familiar with the concept of getting even?" "I don't know if I can help you there; I'm just a little out of sorts this evening." "You will be able to help me honey, I can promise you that." "Okay, I'll try, but I have to stay here and see this through so it might be a while yet." =============================================== I went back to Kathleen's room and did just what she wanted - I sat on the chair in the corner and watched. They bounced Kathleen around on the couch, pushing her and prodding her into this position or that as she alternately protested and begged for them to fuck her harder. It was another two hours before the men started dressing and leaving. When the last man was gone I got up from where I had been sitting and walked over to Kath: "Did you get enough sweetie, or should I drive you into town and push you out on a street corner? If you don't charge too much you might be able to get a lot more cock." She looked up at me with tears running down her cheeks and said, "You bastard! How could you? I thought you loved me." "It was easy Kathleen. All I had to do was catch you with Greg and that made it very easy for me." ============================================= I spent four days in a motel with Greg's wife Sandy and did my level best to make sure that she got even with Greg. On the fourth day she said she was going to have to go home and have it out with Greg. I drove her home and as she was getting out of the car I gave her my cell phone number. "I'll be getting an apartment in the next couple of days and we seem to get along okay." She smiled at me and told me that she would be in touch. I went back to the hotel, checked out and then I picked up a U-Haul truck and drove home. Kathleen wasn't there when I got there and I had most of my stuff packed and loaded on the truck when she did get home. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you." "Why? I'm not yours to worry about any more." "Don't say that baby. We love each other. We will just sit down and talk about it. I'm sure that we can work things out if we try." "No we can't Kathleen. A drunken indiscretion at a party I might could forgive and put behind me, but an affair? No fucking way." "But that's all it was baby, a drunken indiscretion." "Bull shit Kathleen. I heard it all. I heard you tell Greg that I didn't fuck you near enough and I heard you tell him that I didn't fuck you as good as he did. But most of all Kathleen, I heard you tell him that the orgasm you'd just had was the strongest since the one he gave you three and a half years ago. Drunken indiscretions don't last for three and a half years." "Is that why you humiliated me with my co-workers? You know that I had to quit my job, don't you? There was no way that I could go to work after what you let them do to me." "Tough shit Kathleen, go find some one who cares" and I picked up my last two bags and carried them out to the U-Haul. Target Practice The weather this evening is perfect, so I decided that I needed to get a little target practice in before the upcoming competition next week. My shooting is mediocre at best, and I have hopes of improving my performance this next match. I belong to a public range, but you have to be a member to have access, so I was not sure if I would see other shooters out there or not. I had long ago gotten over the uncomfortable feeling of being the lone female on the shooting range, so I wasn't concerned about other people out there shooting as long as they were safe and left me alone. When I first started shooting, I had felt that I needed my husband to go with me, but time and experience has changed that insecurity and I am now quite comfortable going out alone to practice. In fact, sometimes it's very nice to be able to practice without the feeling of being watched and analyzed by anyone. When I arrived at the range, I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was alone out on the pistol bays. I casually grabbed my gear and set up in one of the private bays slightly hidden from the main entry road. I am not a great shooter by any means, but I do enjoy the sport and my enjoyment was evident during this practice session. The tension of my work and life eased out of me while I methodically worked the trigger of my handgun. While working on the fundamentals of the sport, my mind wandered as it often did when I am relaxed. I spend so much of my time around the men that I shoot with that I sometimes wonder if any of them even see me as female anymore or "just one of the guys." I know that I like flirting with you, but am not sure if you are interested in me or not. I've never really been able to tell if a man is interested, and of course, being married does make most other men shy away from any type of relationship, even if it is innocent flirting. However, it is so much fun to flirt with you that I would be interested to see where the flirtation could lead. These thoughts are running through my head as I automatically draw the gun from the holster, aim at the target, and gently squeeze the trigger. In no time, my brain starts to wonder about you and I find myself lapsing into a daydream. I take a break from my practice to allow my mind to develop and enjoy the fantasy more fully. I carefully put my gun away and sit down on the bench in the bay. I decided I had better look busy in case anyone else came out to shoot, so I decided to slowly reload my magazines. As I become lost in a very pleasant daydream, I hear footsteps behind me. I slowly turn around and feel my face flush with embarrassment as I see you standing behind me, smiling. I know there is no way you could have been privy to what I was thinking, but I felt that I had "lust" written all over my face at that point. "Out here getting a little trigger time in?" you ask, voice tone gentle with a little hint of teasing. "Yea, I need it bad." I said, and then felt my face flush with embarrassment at the phrasing. "Don't we all," you reply, laughing. "Oh god, that came out wrong. I'm sorry." I mumbled, mortified. I could not look up into your face and was very thankful that my shooting glasses had dark tinted lenses. It was one thing to flirt a bit when there were others around, but we were out here alone and suddenly the flirting seemed much more intense and the mood much darker. I knew that I wanted you, but was still not sure if you were just flirting with me or if you wanted me, too. "You're blushing, why?" you ask as you reach out and touch my suddenly hot face. "Are you embarrassed about what you said, or embarrassed by the feelings behind it?" "Both," I replied, quietly. I love the feeling of your hand on my face and feel myself turn into your palm just a bit, inhaling deeply and smelling the wonderful scent of you. I open my eyes and see you looking at me through your dark glasses. I reach up and move the glasses off your face to see the expression in your brilliant blue eyes. I am very pleased and somewhat shocked to see how much fire and passion you have in your eyes. I take a deep breath and decide to take a chance as I lean in and gently press my mouth to yours. Your surprise is obvious with your lack of immediate response to my kiss, but quickly passes and you return the kiss deeply and passionately. It was as if we had been waiting a lifetime for this one kiss and knew that there may not be another chance. Suddenly, we end the kiss and look around to be sure there were no other shooters out there to see us. After we were assured that we were alone, we look back at each other and start laughing. "Well, that's been a long time coming." You say as you stand up from the bench. I am shocked and a little saddened to think that you were simply going to walk off, but smile as you reach your hand down to help me stand up as well. "Yes it was. But I liked it and would like more." I confess. You smile at me and lean in to kiss me again. This time, the passion flares even more and I feel a low moan escape my throat. I feel your hands move along my body, caressing my curves as you move them down to my gear belt. I let out a little giggle as there is a significant amount of gear on the belt and the Velcro is tight. We break the kiss and I start to unfasten the outer gear belt and take it off. The inner belt is easier to remove, and that comes off quickly and swiftly, to be piled on the table with the rest of my stuff. Once the gear is gone, you step in close again press your body firmly against mine. "You can feel how much I like it." You say, as you move your hips so that I can feel the hardness of your impressive erection against my lower belly. Heat quickly spreads between my legs as I feel myself grow wet. You stay pressed against me as you lead me toward the end of the picnic table, helping me jump up onto the end of it to let my feet dangle down. You slide your hands down my thighs to my knees and move them outward to allow you step into me and press your hardness between my legs. You kiss me more deeply and your hands move over my breasts, my nipples growing hard at the touch of your hands. You move your hands down and pull my shirt up over my head, leaning down to kiss the mounds of my breasts. I wrap my legs around your waist, keeping you close to me as you bite gently on my breasts. My moans grow louder as you push my body backward onto the table, taking my bra off with the movement. I lay there, exposed to you as you move your hands down to unbutton my shorts. Your tongue slides along my body, following your hands. I reach up and try to pull you back up to my mouth, but you shake your head 'no.' I tell you that I want your mouth on me, and you tell me that you are in charge. You bind my hands above my head and to the table, effectively putting me at your mercy. You return to unbuttoning my shorts and slide them off my hips. I find myself on the table, bound by the wrists and wearing nothing but my panties. Your expression is one of satisfaction mixed with hunger. You put your palm on my mons and I feel my wetness press into me as you lean down and slide your tongue between my breasts and down my stomach, thumb gently pressing my panties into my growing wetness. Your fingertips pull on the top of my panties and you slide them off me, leaving me naked and wet before you. My breath comes in panting waves as my excitement and anticipation builds. A small part of my rational brain is utterly scared that someone is going to come out and catch us, but the danger and thrill of such a thing heightens my excitement even more. You stand up, gazing at my body with satisfaction and desire. I am normally quite self-conscious about my less than perfect body, but the look in your eyes of utter lust quells those fears completely and instantly. "Please," I manage to whisper while you stand in front of me. "Please, what?" you ask as you lean down and kiss me fully, pinching one of my hard nipples between your thumb and forefinger. "Please, just please" I gasp with pleasure. My body is quickly becoming overloaded with sensations from the warm sun, the rough wood of the table, the fear of getting caught, the heat of your mouth, and the sweet sting of pain from your hands. You smile down at me and slide your hands over my breasts, one hand gently rolling my nipple the other pinching painfully. The dichotomy of sensations sends shock waves through my body and I feel myself become even wetter and heavy with need. Slowly, you begin kissing down my chest between my breasts, sliding your tongue along my body. A slight breeze cools the trail that you leave with your tongue and sends shivers through me. Your tongue continues moving south along my body. I watch you move down my body and feel myself grow even more excited knowing what is going to happen next. You quickly slide your tongue between my wet lips and take a deep lick of my juices. "God you taste good." You tell me as you look up and catch me watching you. I smile and lay my head back on the table, giving myself over to the experience and pleasure. You continue to lick my lips and circle my swollen clit with your hard tongue. My hips move upward into your mouth, soft moans escaping my throat. I open my legs wide to you, giving you full access to my sex as you thrust your tongue into me. Your hands move to my breasts, pinching my hard nipples while your tongue works magic over my clit. My body writhes under you, uncontrollable to me. My legs move over your shoulders, hips bucking into your face, screams beginning to form in my throat. I feel my climax begin to build even more, the early spasms of pleasure just starting deep and low within my body. You continue working your tongue over my clit and move one hand down to my cunt, thrusting two fingers deep into me. I scream with pleasure as my orgasm rips through my body sending shockwaves pulsing through me. You do not stop your wonderful tongue or your magical fingers as I ride my orgasm for what seems an eternity. Finally, you stop and allow my body to recover for a moment as you look down at me. I slowly open my eyes to see you staring at my well pleasured body. You step back from me briefly, simply watching my body bound to the table. You grin as you unfasten your pants and move toward me. My mouth waters at the sight of your hard cock and I ask to taste you. You tell me no, not yet, as you move back between my legs, rubbing yourself along my wet slit. I move my hips toward you, trying to move you inside of me. You tease me for a bit before stepping back and helping me turn over on the table. You grab my hips firmly as you slide deeply into me, moans escaping my mouth. My body begins to spasm again and I am quickly brought to another screaming orgasm as I feel your cock slide along my sensitive walls, filling me completely. I whimper and try to calm my body as you pound into me, pushing the threshold between pleasure and pain. I can feel your rhythm increase, and sense that you are close to your own orgasm. I try to move my hips back into you but am unable to move much, arms bound above my head and your hands gripping my hips firmly, pounding me from behind. Several hard thrusts and I can feel you spasm inside me, sending me over the edge one more time and my own spasms clench onto your cock as you find your release. Once spent, you untie my hands and help me stand up, pulling me to you kissing me deeply. We both smile at each other and once again look around hoping that nobody showed up to watch the show. I can feel the weakness and trembles in my legs as I slowly pull my clothing back on and am forced to sit down. "Well, that was unexpected," you say, laughing. "Yes it was, but fully enjoyable." I agree and smile fully back at you. You lean over and kiss me again deeply. "Guess you aren't going to get as much practice in as you wanted." You say with a grin. "Nope, I guess not. But I'm not complaining at the interruption. You can interrupt my practice anytime you want." I reply, smiling. "It may be more difficult to now at matches for me, knowing how you feel and wanting you even more." "I was thinking the same thing. " You admit. Shortly thereafter we hear tires on the gravel and see a car drive up and park. We look to see who it is and start laughing quietly as we see James walk over to us. "Hey guys, you out here getting some practice in?" He asks. "Yep, a bit. I'm spent though, so I'm going to call it a night," I say, giggling. You try hard to hide your grin, but I see the laughter in your eyes as James is oblivious to what has just happened. "Yea, I'm done, too." You agree, even though you haven't even gotten your gear out of your car. "Have a good practice, James" I call as I gather my gear up and walk carefully to the car. As I drive away, I can't help but smile at the turn of events. This should be an interesting and enjoyable shooting season.