60 comments/ 130870 views/ 27 favorites The Oil Spot By: brain_damage Monday, as I pulled into the garage, I noticed a puddle of oil on the driveway. I knew my car didn't have leak, so I looked under my wife's car - nothing. I cleaned it up, went inside and kissed my wife, Betty, hello. She was busy getting dinner ready. I asked her if she knew that someone parked in our driveway. She looked a little startled and said no, why? I told her about the oil spot on the driveway. Since our cars didn't have a leak, someone parked there. She said she didn't know anything about it. She was very late getting home and was concentrating on getting dinner going. I said, "Well maybe one of the neighbors is having an affair and is parking in our driveway to stay out of sight." Betty got the funniest look on her face. I said, "I'm just joking. It's no big deal. I cleaned it up." Then I walked out the front door to the street and got the mail and newspaper. I looked Tuesday - nothing, Wednesday - nothing, and Thursday - nothing. I decided not to worry about it anymore. I came in and kissed Betty hello, then went to get the mail and newspaper. There it was, a puddle of oil at the curb. It looked just like the one that was on the driveway. This was strange. I just cleaned it up and didn't say anything to Betty. I started thinking, she was startled when I asked her about it Monday. And she got very flustered when I made the joke about a neighbor having an affair. I had no reason to think she was doing anything wrong, but I wondered. My name is Dan and Betty and I have been married for 30 years and we both just turned 50. We have two kids, both married. Betty's a Teacher's Aide at a private church school. She started when our kids were in preschool. She was able to have the same hours and holidays as them, so it worked out well. It kept her busy and brought in some extra money. She really loves her job and still works there. She's almost always home by 4:00pm, which gives her time to cook, work around the house or run errands before I get home. I don't usually get home until about 6:30pm. I call her when I leave work so she can have dinner ready and we can eat together when I get home. There seemed to be a pattern, if two events made a pattern. Who was coming to our house on Monday and Thursday afternoons? I couldn't believe Betty would be having an affair. Our sex life was OK, I guess. After the kids got out of the house, I hoped it would pick up, but it didn't. She has seemed distant the last several weeks. But, she's always like that at the beginning of the school year. We hadn't made love in almost a month and were definitely overdue. I was going to insist on it this weekend. Friday night after we showered, Betty headed for bed. I followed and started kissing and fondling her. She shut me down immediately. She said she was too tired from work and didn't feel like it. She turned her back and didn't say another word. Not, "I'm sorry, maybe tomorrow when I'm rested." Not, "Let's just cuddle tonight." Nothing, just complete rejection. I was pissed, got out of bed, went into the den and turned on the TV. Saturday, I was basically in a foul mood. She didn't mention last night and acted like nothing was wrong. She had to see that I was upset, but she ignored it. When we went to bed I tried again and was met with the same cold rejection. I said, "Betty what's going on? We haven't made love in almost a month and twice you instantly rejected me." Betty was mad. She shouted, "Can't you see I'm tired. The first weeks of school are hard and I'm under a lot of stress. I simply don't have the energy, or frankly the desire, to deal with your sexual urges. I'll let you know when I want sex with you. Until then, BACK OFF, or it'll be a very long time before we have sex again, if ever!" She had never spoken to me like that. I was deeply hurt and dumbfounded. I got out of bed and slept on the couch. We avoided each other Sunday and when I went to bed, I stayed on my side of the bed. Monday, I decided to leave work early to see who had the oil leak. I intended to get there before Betty got home, but there was an accident on the freeway and I didn't get home until about 5:15pm. I hoped I hadn't missed who ever it was. We live on a cul-de-sac that backs up to a neighborhood park. I parked there and sat on one of the benches where I had a good view of my house. I even brought my binoculars for a better view. There was a white Explorer parked in front of the house. At 5:30pm, a man and woman came out. I recognized them. It was Helen and Steve. They work with Betty at the school. When they left, I got in my car and drove down my street. I called Betty on my cell and said, "Hi Betty. I got off a little early. I was about to call you when Ed called me. You know how hard he is to stop once he gets going. We talked the whole way home. I finally told him I was almost home and he let me go. I'm pulling in front of the house now. Bye." I bet that threw her into a tizzy. As I passed my house, I saw another oil spot. I walked in as she was coming down the stairs. She started in on me. "I wish you would have called. I got home late and haven't even thought about dinner." I said, "That's OK. We'll just go out. Let me put my briefcase away and clean up." I went to our bedroom and nothing seemed out of place. I came out and she was in the laundry room. I told her I was going upstairs to the study to turn on the computer, that I needed to start downloading a large file while we went to eat. I turned on the computer and went to check the kid's old bedrooms. They were undisturbed. Then, I went to the guest bedroom and it was locked. I didn't even know it could be locked, let alone knew where the key was. She yelled, asking where I was, so I went downstairs. At the restaurant, I acted like nothing was wrong. When we got home, I went and showered. Then, I went upstairs and checked the guest bedroom again. The door was unlocked and everything was in order. Something was going on. Tuesday, I decided I had to see what was going on inside the house. It seemed the activity took place in the guest room. At lunchtime, I went to a security store and bought a wireless webcam. After Betty went to bed, I installed it in the guest room. I hid it in the bookcase making sure the whole room would be visible. I loaded the software and started it up. It was motion activated and worked great. I could clearly see the whole room. All I had to do was wait for Thursday. Thursday, I called Betty at 6:00pm and told her all hell broke loose at work. I said I would be very late and not to wait up for me. She wouldn't have anyway. Nothing was wrong at work. I just didn't want to go home until she was asleep. I got in about 11:00pm and stuck my head in the bedroom and told her I was home. She just grunted OK. I went to the study and started the playback. As the door opened, I could hear talking and laughter. They came in and started hugging and kissing each other. Betty and Helen got undressed and began undressing Steve. All the time they were caressing his body. They both began licking and stroking his cock. Good Lord, he was huge, at least 8-9 inches long and thick. They took turns sucking his dick. Betty started and little by little, she took most of it in her mouth and began pumping up and down. Helen took over and did the same thing. They switched again and Betty pumped him until he screamed he was coming. Betty kept sucking, as he exploded in her mouth. When he was drained, she leaned over to Helen and opened her mouth to show her Steve's cum. What she did next floored me. Betty and Helen open mouth kissed, swapping Steve's cum between them. After a few seconds, they broke their kiss and swallowed. They opened their mouths and showed each other and Steve, that they had indeed, swallowed his cum. I had never seen anything like that before, not even in the porn videos I occasionally watched. After much begging, Betty would occasionally let me eat her pussy and give me a blowjob, but nothing even close to what I just saw. And, she never let me cum in her mouth. They rested a few minutes and Betty went downstairs and got them all drinks. They talked for a few minutes and Betty started sucking Steve's dick, bringing it back to life. Helen moved over and planted her pussy over his face. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Betty then told Helen, "It's my turn to fuck him first. You were first Monday." Betty positioned her pussy over Steve's cock and slowly sat down, impaling herself on it. She was screaming and saying how good it felt. She said, "Dan could never fill my pussy like this." She finally had all of it in her and slowly began riding his dick. She was moaning and screaming in pleasure. Steve must be a pretty good cunt licker because Helen was moaning and thrusting her pussy into his face. I'm not sure of the exact order, but Helen and Betty were having orgasms and Steve was pumping his load into my wife's pussy. When they finished, they fell on the bed. After a few minutes, Helen started licking and sucking him to get him erect. I wondered, how many times can this guy fuck? But, he looked like he was at least 20 years younger than me. Helen said, "I need my ass fucked." She got on her hands and knees and Steve moved into position. Betty retrieved a bottle of KY from the nightstand and handed it to Steve. She then got on the bed next to Helen and spread and held open the cheeks of Helen's ass. Steve squirted KY on her asshole and began inserting his fingers, one at a time, adding more KY each time. Helen was moaning. After finger fucking her with 3 fingers he pulled them out. He put KY on his dick and pushed in without stopping. Helen screamed in pleasure. He started fucking her ass, pulling all the way out, then ramming all the way in. Helen was ecstatic. Betty let go of Helen's ass, sat down to watch and began rubbing her clit. Helen kept telling Betty how great it was and that she had to let Steve try to assfuck her again. They fucked for about 10 minutes before he came in her ass. After a few minutes they got up and started dressing. Steve said, "Remember ladies, don't let your husbands have any of your pussy. Keep them cut off." They both laughed and Betty proudly said, "I meant to tell you that I had to get a little forceful with Dan last weekend. He kept trying to get me to have sex with him. I finally told him I was too tired and had no desire to have sex with him. I told him I would let him know when I wanted to fuck him and until then, to back off, or it would be a very long time before he saw this pussy again." Helen and Steve laughed hysterically. Steve said, "I can't believe your husband is such a wimp and a pussy. You turned him into a first rate cuckold." They all laughed, but for some reason, Betty didn't seem to think it was quite so funny anymore. Then Steve said, "I know what you've got to do. This'll be great. You have to let him eat your pussy with my cum in you. Give him a cream pie. That will make him the ultimate cuckold." Helen said, "Betty, that would be great." Betty said, "I don't know. How could I do that, if even if I wanted to?" Steve said, "Easy. When he comes home, tell him you're sorry about the way you treated him last the weekend. Tell him you want to make love to him right now. If he's as pussy starved as you say, he'll jump on you, no questions asked. Both of you get undressed. His tiny cock will be hard as a rock. Tell him to eat your pussy. I guarantee he will. After he cleans my cum out of you and you have your orgasm, tell him that was great. Then get up, get dressed and tell him you're going to start dinner. He will be totally frustrated." He and Helen were laughing so hard that there were tears in their eyes. Betty looked sick and said, "Don't you think Dan will say something when I get up and leave him high and dry?" Steve said, "So, what if he does? Tell him you are satisfied and that's all you care about. He'll be pissed and sulk, but what can he do? He's just a pussy whipped cuckold." Helen said, "You've got to do this when he gets home tonight." Steve and Helen were loving this. Betty didn't say anything. Helen and Steve left and after a few minutes, Betty came back in the bedroom and started to clean up. When she was through, it looked like nothing had happened. Betty sat down on the bed and stared into space, shaking her head and began to cry. The phone rang. She composed herself, closed the door and went to answer it. It was me, telling her I would be late. I turned off the computer and just sat there. She hurt me worse than anyone in my life had hurt me. I didn't know this woman. My life had just crumbled before my eyes. On Friday, work was almost impossible. I kept playing it over in my mind. I kept asking myself why, but got no answer. There was no question I was going to confront her, but how? Finally, I decided to confront all of them Monday afternoon. I would come home early and walk in as soon as they arrived. I didn't want to see them fucking again. I just couldn't handle it. Saturday and Sunday were difficult. It was hard to behave like nothing was wrong. Betty was very subdued. We avoided each other as best we could and thankfully the weekend ended. Monday, I left work early and went to the park to wait. I had been going over this in my mind and I hoped I was ready. Finally, I saw Steve's Explorer pull to the curb and he and Helen got out and went in. I immediately headed for my house. Before I even got to the door, I could hear arguing from inside. Betty kept saying she couldn't do it anymore and Helen and Steve were telling her she could. I opened the door and walked right in. I called out, "Hi honey. I took off early and ... oh, I see you have guests." When Betty saw me her face turned completely white. Betty said, "Dan, what are you doing home so early?" I ignored her and said, "Hi, Helen." Then I said, "Steve, I'm Dan, Betty's husband. You probably don't remember, but we met at the Pot Luck Dinner at the beginning of school. What brings you all here? Is this a social visit or are you working on something for school?" Steve jumped in and said, "Yes, we have to give a presentation to the Principal and we're going to work on it." I said, "Well, it was nice to see all of you again. I'll go up to the study and let you get back to work." They just smiled as I went upstairs. In the study, I pulled out three folders, one for each of them. Inside were pictures and a DVD of Monday's activities. After a couple of minutes, I went back downstairs. They didn't seem to be getting much done on their project. I said, "You know, I've given hundreds of presentations and I've learned that the key to success is pictures. You can convey more with a picture than you can ever say." I handed each of them a folder and said, "You might find this interesting." They looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Finally, they opened their folders and pulled out the pictures. They all gasped and their faces turned pale. Betty and Helen started crying and Steve started cussing. I said, "You can check out the DVD at your leisure. Betty started saying she was sorry. I told her to shut the fuck up. Steve asked what I was going to do. I said, "Here's what's going to happen. We're going to have a little cocktail party here Saturday at 7:00pm and you're going to bring your spouses. I don't care how you get them here, but you better. Then, you're going to give your 'presentation', explaining what you did and why." Steve said, "There's no way I'm doing that." Helen said, " I can't." Betty didn't say anything. I said, "Sure you can and you will. If you don't, I'll just have to give a copy of your 'presentation' to the Principal. I'm sure he would be interested in the behavior of 3 of his teachers. You know, the ones who are molding the minds and morals of the children." Steve said, "You bastard." I said, "Technically, I'm not a bastard. I may be a wimp and a cuckold, but not a bastard. And this cuckold will have the last laugh. I don't care how you do it, but there will be a presentation Saturday night. You and Helen get the fuck out of my house and except for Saturday, you better never come back." They walked out the door and down the walk. Before Steve got to his car I yelled, "Hey Steve!" He turned around and I said, "You really need to get that oil leak fixed." Then I slammed the door. I went back into the den and Betty was still sitting there. She saw me and said, "Dan, I'm so sorry. I can't even to begin to explain what you saw." I said, "Save it. Don't even try. You can explain it in your presentation. Until then, I don't want to talk to you. I'm sleeping in our, no, my bed. You can sleep in the guest bed. You should be pretty used to it by now. I hope you changed the sheets." She started crying, but I didn't care. It was a tense week. I was anxious for Saturday so this could be over. There wasn't anything she could say that would allow me to forgive her. In my mind, our marriage was already over. It was just a matter of time. Saturday, when it was almost time for them to arrive and I set up the DVD player. I told Betty I planed to show an abbreviated version to everyone if they didn't own up to their actions. The doorbell rang and Helen and her husband, Alan came in. We introduced each other. Then, Steve and his wife Marsha, arrived. More introductions were made and everyone moved to the den. I got drinks for everyone and we sat for some small talk. After about 10 minutes, I had enough and decided it was time to get started. I got everyone's attention and said, "Betty, Helen and Steve have been working on this special presentation and wanted to tell us about it. Betty, as hostess, why don't you get this started?" Betty stood and looked around at everyone. I thought she was going to cry, but she didn't. She said, "I want to tell you a story. It's about someone who does things so out of character, that you think she has lost her mind, in fact I guess she did. She gave in to her most base desires. She was selfish, inconsiderate, cruel and uncaring. She forgot about the most important person in her life. There's no explanation for the humiliation and pain she caused. And there's nothing she can say to make it right. She realizes that her actions have most likely cost her her marriage, her self-respect, and the respect of her family and friends. That person is me. Dan, I'm so sorry, even though that means nothing. My affair with Helen and Steve was wrong in so many ways." Helen's husband and Steve's wife looked shocked and started asking questions. Betty said, "Please wait. This'll explain what we did. After you see this, you need to go home and sort this out yourselves." With that, she started the video I threatened to show. The room got quiet. Alan and Marsha stared in disbelief. They looked at their spouses and began to cry. Thankfully, the video was only a couple of minutes long. Alan and Marsha headed for the door with Steve and Helen close behind. I managed to give Alan and Marsha an envelope of everything. I wrote at the top, 'For Your Divorce'. They all left and I shut the door. I stood there thinking about what Betty did and said. She took full responsibility for her actions. I walked back to the den. She was still sitting there. I said, "That was some show." She said, "I guess it was." I said, "Did you mean what you said or was that just guilt talking?" She said, "Yes, I meant it and I'm sorry" I said, "I have a few questions." She said, "I'll tell you anything you want to know." I asked, "How many affairs have you had since we've been married?" She said, "I've been completely faithful to you since before we got engaged until about 5 weeks ago. Steve is the only one." I asked, "When and why did this start?" She said, "I guess it started when I went back to work this year. The first few weeks are teacher meetings, conferences, training, and getting the room ready. I've worked with Helen for 20 years. Steve is new and just started here this year. As you saw, he is a good 20 years younger than us and nice looking. He began paying a lot of attention to us, telling us how nice we looked, that he couldn't believe how long we had been teaching. He said he hoped his wife looked half that good when she was 50 years old. He was stroking our egos, we knew it, but it was nice. It made me feel good about myself. The flirting quickly became sexual and he began hitting on us pretty hard. Helen gave in first. After she slept with him, she told me how great he was. She said Alan never made her feel like that anymore. And, she raved about his huge dick. She told me I had to experience him. She even told me that you probably had an affair or two over the years and that I deserved it. I knew better, but they kept it up and I gave in." The Oil Spot I said, "Why did you do it here." She said, "The first 2 times, we went to a motel on the other side of town. But, it was expensive and put us too late getting home. Marsha doesn't work and stays home with the kids. So that was out. Helen's daughter just finished college and moved back home until she finds a job. So we came here. They wanted to use our bed, but I refused. That's why we used the guest bed upstairs." I said, "All these years, you hardly ever let me eat your pussy. And, I had to beg you for a blowjob. When you did, you really just jerked me off and licked me a little. And, you never let me cum in your mouth. But, you had no problem licking and sucking Steve. You deep throated him and let him cum in your mouth. You kissed Helen and swapped his cum between you two. Then swallowed it. Are you bi-sexual now?" She said, "No, I'm not bi-sexual. Steve talked us into doing it. He said we looked really hot, and he loved seeing us enjoy his cum. Pretty sick, I know." I said, "Every time I even mentioned anal sex you went off on me. You told me I was perverted and that you wouldn't even try it. So, I stopped asking. But, you let him try to fuck your ass?" She said, "Helen loves anal sex and she kept telling me how good it is. I watched them several times and she kept at me to just try it. She said I would enjoy it. So, I let Steve try. But, he was too big and I couldn't relax enough." I said, "So, if you could have gotten him in your ass, you would have added butt fucking to you repertoire?" She nodded, yes. "Were you going to try again?" She just shrugged. I asked, "When he was fucking you, you raved about how great it was and that I could never satisfy you like that. Am I that bad a lover? At 7 inches, I'm not exactly small." She said, "His was the largest cock I ever had in me. I won't lie, it felt great. It was different, not necessarily better. Sex with you is more intimate and satisfying. " I started to say something, but just let it go. I asked, "On the video, I heard you bragging about having cut me off. Steve said I as a wimp and a good cuckold. And you laughed at me. Then he got the idea of having me eat his cum out of your pussy. And, after I finished, you were going to get up, get dressed and tell me you changed your mind. If I had come home on time, instead of deliberately staying late, until I knew you were asleep, were you really going to do that to me? Were you going to actually humiliate and degrade me like that for your amusement and theirs?" She immediately said, "No. As they kept talking about it and how I turned you into a cuckold, I got sick to my stomach. It finally registered what had done to you. I couldn't believe that I was capable of that. If you look on the video, you'll see that after I picked up the room, I sat there and cried. I couldn't keep doing this and there was no way I could ever try to make you eat my pussy when it was full of Steve's cum. I realized I had to figure out how to end this. When you came home early, we were arguing. I was telling them I couldn't do it anymore. Then, you ended it for all of us." I just sat there numb. I couldn't believe what I heard. I must have sat there 5 minutes before Betty asked me if I was OK. Did I have any more questions? I just shook my head no. She said, "Then, can I say some things to you? Will you listen?" I nodded. She took a deep breath and said, "I can't tell you how sorry I am. I don't know how to fix this, or if can even be fixed. I don't know how you could ever forgive me and trust me again. But, I'm asking you to try. I told you all the reasons why, but I know there is nothing that excuses what I did. I do love you and if you leave, it will just kill me, but I'll understand. But, I'm asking you not to. I've thought about our marriage a lot the last few days and I don't want it to end. It's just a shame I didn't think about that before I did this. I'll do anything you ask me to, if you will just consider staying. "I'm going to tell you what I am going to do to try to fix things. First, I had myself tested for STDs and I'm clean. I hadn't even thought about that. But, I cut you off before this started, so you were never exposed. I'm only telling you on the remote chance that you will ever consider making love to me again. "Second, I've made an appointment for next Monday with the Principal. I'm giving my 2-week notice and retiring. If you divorce me, I'll have to find another job, but I can't stay there, working with Steve and Helen. "Next, I talked with Helen and told her I wanted nothing more to do with her. I know what I did was my own fault and I made the decision, but she's not my friend. A friend wouldn't have done what she did to me. "Then, I made an appointment with a marriage counselor. I need to try to understand what possessed me to do the things I did. "And finally, I will do anything sexually that you want. I will try anything. I guess that's it. I don't have anything else to say. I don't expect an answer now. I just hope you will consider what I've said. I know the decision is yours." She went upstairs to the guest bedroom and closed the door. Even from downstairs I could hear her sobbing. Damn, this isn't what I expected. What now? In my mind, I had already divorced her. But now, I wasn't entirely sure. She told us all what she did and took responsibility for her actions. She answered all my questions without hesitation. She's willing to quit her job, dump her long time friend, go to counseling and basically do anything I wanted sexually. She begged me not to leave her, knowing that she didn't deserve a second chance. Did I still love her? Deep down, part of me still did. Could I ever forget this? Absolutely not. Could I ever forgive her and put it behind us? I doubted it. I went to bed, but couldn't sleep. I kept replaying it in my mind. I just couldn't see how I could ever forgive her. Then I thought, I'd put this on her. I'll tell her she has to figure out a way to even things out so I can live with it. In the morning, Betty had breakfast ready and we ate in silence. When we finished I said, "Betty I don't know how I can ever get over this. I've thought about it and I don't have an answer. So, I'm putting this on you. You started this. It's your fault we are even talking about this. You tell me what to do to fix things so I can live with what you did." She sat there with a numb look on her face. I told her to think about it and we would talk after dinner. Then, I left. After dinner, we went into the den. She sat quietly for a while then said, "I've been thinking about how you can get over this. The only thing I could come up with was for you to have an affair." She started crying. "I don't want that. It would kill me to see you with another woman. But, that's exactly what I did to you. So, if that's what it takes, do it." After a few seconds, I said, "OK. But, you have to set it up and you have to watch." Her mouth flew open and she started crying, "I can't do that. I can't watch." I said, "Why not? I saw you in action. It's only fair that that you watch me. Then you can feel the pain and humiliation I felt." She said, "I don't know how I'm going to find a woman for you to have sex with. I said, "It's up to you. This can't drag out very long. There needs to be a resolution this week. Let me know." I left and went to bed. Things were pretty tense all week. On Thursday, she said, "Do you still want to go through with this? Will this let you move forward so we can try to get back together? Because, if it won't, and you aren't really serious, I'm not going to do this. I'm not going to degrade and humiliate myself for your amusement. I know I don't have the right to say or act like that after what I did to you, but please don't do that to me. Please show me more consideration than I showed you." I said, "I can't promise you anything." She thought for a minute then said, "OK. She'll be here tomorrow at 9:00pm. She's yours until you're satisfied. And, I'll sit and watch the whole time." She turned and went upstairs to her room crying. Wow! I couldn't believe she was actually going to do it. I wondered who she got to agree to this? Could I really do this to her, to myself? Would I have any self-respect if I did? She hurt me beyond belief, but did that make it right? I didn't think so. But, I was going to play this out to the end. This would be part of her punishment. Friday, when I got home from work and Betty had dinner ready. We ate in silence. We cleaned up and went into the den. She asked, "Where do you want to do this? The guest bed or the den couch?" I thought for a minute and said, "I want to do it in our bed." She cringed and tears came to her eyes. Silently, she got up and went to our bedroom and began to straighten things up. She changed the sheets and got out towels, and the bottle of KY. She put scented candles around the room and placed a chair next to the bed. She said, "You better go take a shower and get ready. I'll get drinks ready." Then she left. I showered and got dressed in gym shorts and a t-shirt. When she saw how I was dressed, she gave me a questioning look. I said, "I dressed for easy access." She dropped her head. We sat in the den and waited. Betty was fidgeting and began pacing. The doorbell rang and she jumped and ran to the door. I waited anxiously to see who it was. I could hear them walking toward the den. It was Helen. Betty said, "Here she is. She got me into this and agreed to help get me out of it. She's an excellent fuck and she will suck you dry and swallow your cum. She'll let you fuck her ass. I'll even hold her cheeks open while you fuck her, just like I did for Steve." I asked, "Helen, what about Alan?" She said, "He left me and is filing for divorce. I've ruined my marriage. If this will help save yours, I'll do it." She then walked to me and started kissing me. Helen sat down to watch and I could see tears running down her face. After a few minutes, I stopped and said, "Let's go to the bedroom." Betty quickly got up and led the way. She adjusted the lights, and lit the candles, then sat in the chair. Helen started kissing me again and fondling my dick. She dropped to her knees, pulled down my shorts and opened her mouth to engulf my dick. I pushed her away and said, "No. I won't do this. Betty, even though this is exactly what you did to me, I won't do it to you. I never intended to. I just wanted you to feel the pain and humiliation I felt. I know it was cruel, but you deserved it." Betty sobbed, with her head in her hands. I turned to Helen and said, "Get the fuck out of my house." And, I escorted her out the door. I went back to the bedroom and waited until Betty saw me and calmed down some. I said, "Betty, the bedroom looks so nice. It would be a shame to waste it. Would you like for us to fuck?" She said, "Yes. Please, yes." She flew into my arms and held me tightly. And fuck we did. She went down and began licking and sucking my dick like her life depended on it. It was the best blowjob I ever had. I told her I was going to cum and she just sucked harder. I exploded in her mouth and when I finished, she opened her mouth, showed me my cum, then swallowed it. She resumed licking me, cleaning off every last bit. She then moved up and sat on my face, with her pussy over my mouth. I licked and sucked her and really enjoyed it. Before, when she let me eat her, she just laid there and stopped me after a few minutes. Now, she was riding my face and screaming how good it felt. After about 10 minutes, she moaned and came, forcing her pussy harder into my mouth. I kept licking her the best I could. Her orgasm lasted so long I thought I might suffocate. She finally moved off me, breathing heavily. After a few minutes, she started licking and sucking me and in no time, I was erect. She swung over me and impaled herself on my dick. She began riding me, telling me how good she felt with my dick in her. It felt great to me too and after about 5 minutes, I was about to cum. I stopped her and said, "This is wonderful, but ..." She interrupted me saying, "You want to fuck my ass, right?" I nodded, yes. She got off me and got the KY. She handed it to me and turned around on her hands and knees. She reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass for me. I rubbed the KY on her asshole and began finger fucking her. I added more KY and another finger. She began to relax and told me she wanted my dick in her ass. I rubbed KY on my dick and positioned it at her asshole. I started to slowly push in. Then, she abruptly pushed back hard and I penetrated her. She let out a loud gasp and I held still while she adjusted to it. After a minute, she began to slowly push back, taking more of my dick into her ass. I began stroking in and out, slowly at first, then faster and more forceful, as she screamed in pleasure. She said how great it felt and that she wished we had done this a long time ago. So did I. Her asshole was gripping me tightly. The sensation was nothing like fucking her pussy. After 4 or 5 minutes, I couldn't take any more. I pounded her harder and came in her ass. When I finished and pulled out, I could see her asshole slowly contract to normal as my cum leaked out. This was without a doubt the hottest sex I ever had. We lay there, exhausted with our eyes closed. After about 5 minutes, Betty went to the bathroom to clean up. When she got back, I went and cleaned up and got dressed. I walked back into the bedroom and Betty got a funny look on her face. She asked, "Why are you dressed? I thought we might do this again, only slower, taking our time, making love to each other instead of fucking." I said, "Betty, that was absolutely the best sex of my life. And maybe in the future, we can fuck again. But, I'll never be able to make love to you again. And while I still have feelings for you, I don't love you any more. What you did killed it. And there's nothing you can say or do to change it. I'm sorry this happened. I loved you with my whole heart. There was nothing I wouldn't do for you, until now. I can't live with you anymore. I can't live in this house anymore. I've already talked to my lawyer and she should have the papers ready next week. I've rented an apartment and have already moved my essentials. I'll be back tomorrow to get the rest." She was furious and said, "So, you planned this whole thing. You watched me suffer while I thought about you with another woman. You had me humiliate myself with Helen. You made me think there was a chance for us if I did all those things. Then, you sent Helen home saying you wouldn't fuck her, that you just wanted to hurt me like I hurt you. When you asked me to fuck, I thought everything would be OK, that you were going to forgive me. But this was just your ultimate revenge. You bastard, you're heartless." I said, "I guess I became just like you." Then, I left. After several weeks, we both calmed down and agreed to the terms of the divorce. Steve's wife threw him out and filed for divorce. I know some of you think I should've kicked Steve's ass. I thought about it, but he's bigger and younger than me. In a fair fight, I wouldn't stand much of a chance. In an unfair fight, I would, but that would probably land me in jail. And, neither he or Betty were worth going to jail for. But, I did manage to get in a parting shot. I made copies of several of the pictures. My favorite is of Steve fucking Helen's ass, while Betty held the cheeks of Helen's ass open. I blurred out Betty and Helen's faces in all the photos, but I made sure Steve was very recognizable. Then, I anonymously sent then to the Principal with a note that said, "Do you really want this man teaching your students?" He was terminated immediately. It's been almost a year since the divorce. Betty and I still talk and get together on special occasions with our kids. We've both been trying to put this behind us. We've both been dating, but don't have anyone special. The last time we got together, Betty confided that she missed us being together. Actually, she said she missed the sex we had the last time. She reminded me that I said we might fuck again sometime. I did say that, but I just couldn't. She told me to let her know if I changed my mind.