34 comments/ 18317 views/ 4 favorites BTB1980 By: Mainefiddleheads This is a short flash I wrote over lunch just because I could. There were no animals or pixels hurt in the writing of this short tale and no bitches were actually set on fire. I read his comments as I sipped my delicious Pinot Grigio. BTB1980 wrote: That's the way to handle a cheating bitch, man. You take that whore down six notches from hell and set her ass on fire. I'm sick of all these cuck wimps around here. If my bitch ever looked at another man, I'd sell her ass to a goat herder. It was a good story, too. It had all the plot twists and turns with just the right odor of a good bitch burning right out of a Neanderthal marriage from Hades. The wife, well, she was a whore of the first magnitude, setting up shop with her boss on the road. The husband, well, he was a hard working stiff on the docks all the time to pay all the bills and provide a good living. She, on the other hand, just lay on her back giving the boss man what was rightfully her husbands. It was like a million other burn the bitch stories, all seeking a revenge carried out by a mouse turned lion or some semi-retired Navy Seal who just happens to have a full auto cache of weaponry upstairs in the garage. You've read them countless times. This was different. My lover wrote this one and wrote it for Billy aka BTB1980. I'm Billy's wife, Melinda, and I've been looking at another man, Harold, for the last 24 months. In fact, I've been looking at him up close and personal like every chance I get which is usually a week or two at a time every month when Billy hits the road for one of his customer shows. He usually takes a couple people with him but it almost always includes Donna, one of the secretaries in his office pool. There is a good reason for that. BTB1980 really enjoys pushing that big five inch dick way deep inside her little cootchie. I sure her husband doesn't approve but it doesn't seem to have slowed them down any. It's been going on now for three years that I know of. I don't know if it was a novel way of finding out or not but I uncovered his infidelity by accident. He is a complete incompetent when it comes to computer security. His fucking password is his actual name and I needed to use his big clunker desktop Dell one morning because I had left mine at work the day before. I typed his name in the Windows box and up popped his email account. I didn't even know he had one not to mention how to use it but sure enough there it was, 'BTB1980'. Everywhere I looked there was an email from some loving wives site, whole lists of them. By then, I had forgotten about my original purpose and I started reading some of the emails starting with the latest. They were notifications from the site server of posted comments on favorited erotic stories. Every one of them was about cheating wives and revenge and retribution. Then I hit the email I didn't expect. It was a string of emails between Billy and Donna with a lot of attachments. I hit the download on one of them, a zip file, and selected open all when it popped up. Like a deck of cards, about 50 images opened up in Viewer. Most of them were POV pictures of Billy fucking into Donna's little hairy pussy or ones of her sucking his great big five inch pecker with dribble shots all over her chin. This was full on porn starring my husband and his road mate. I'd like to think I was mad as hell but to tell the truth I really wasn't. I was sad at first but I didn't even cry. Oh, I did later a couple of times but it was tears over wasting so much of my life tending to the little bastard, especially after I found Harold about a year later. Harold was my old high school sweetheart. We never did get it on because we never got the chance. His dad was in the air force and they were transferred away over the summer between my junior and senior year. We tried writing letters for a while but eventually stopped over time. We each found new beaus and moved on. We ran into each other at a bar downtown, literally. I was feeling really fucked over with Billy on another one of his road trip fuckfests and actually considered getting picked up and fucked silly for the night. Well, it didn't happen. I almost tripped over Harold instead and he caught me before I went sprawling. "Jesus Christ, Melinda?" He whispered in surprise when we met eye to eye. "Oh. My. God. Harold, is that really you??" They say people change a lot in 10-20 years but we hadn't. I still weighed about the 120 lbs I did in high school. He had put on a few lbs in all the right places but still had the same cute face. We grabbed a small table and caught up on the several years since we found ourselves separated by all that distance. He was married and divorced, no kids. I was, obviously, still married, no kids. (Billy's big five inch shoots blanks) It goes without saying we hit it off with a bang and we began meeting for lunch or even breakfast whenever we could. After a couple of weeks, Billy went on another road trip and I brought Harold home with me and I received the most pleasant surprise of my life. I pulled out my tape measure and held it to the base of his erect cock and stretched it to the uncircumcised piss slit. Harold's cock was eight and a half inches long and four inches in circumference. That was after I had already sucked it and gotten it up one time before. That wasn't all. He had enormous balls and a staying power I didn't think men had. Billy was a squirt it once and roll over kind of man, except when he was with Donna where it was shoot it once and let her try to get it up again. I was in cock heaven. So we became a regular thing. I needed to get my finances in order and figure out a way to take Billy to the cleaners. Harold and I fucked regularly in my bed when Billy was gone and when he was home, we'd do it at his place. Everything was going along well so I started toying with Billy. The cheating bastard really got off on the burn the bitch stories about screwing over unhappy wives who were stuck with shithead husbands. Of course, that's my biased take on the matter. He had long winded comments on a lot of stories, always in the same 'loving wives' category. If it was a BTB story, that man had something to say about it. If the bitch didn't get burned, he ripped hide on the poor author. That's when I decided to write stories, just for him. Well, they were posted publicly but I had Billy in mind when I wrote them. The first story I wrote was about a cheating wife running into an old lost lover in a bar and taking him home to fuck in her husband's bed. They left pecker tracks all over his pillow and a nice creamy pie for him to fuck into when he got home later that night. BTB1980 was scathing in his comments. BTB1980 wrote: If I were your fucking husband, I'd cut your lover's cock off and feed it to my dog. You cheating whores disgust me. Men are busting their assess off to support cunts like you and you rub disrespect into their faces like that. Stinking whore! I don't think Billy could distinguish between reality and fiction. It was a fucking story! We didn't even have a dog. Nonetheless, I played with him. SweetPie4Him wrote: Truth is, BTB, your unsatisfied wife is probably getting nailed by a big beefcake right now pushing his big eight inch prick right up that little pink quim you think is yours. I know I would be. If I were your wife, I'd be sucking that fat cock to get that milking cream load and when he came, BTB, I'd point that fucking fat prickhead right at the pillow you lay your head on just so you could pull your little 2 inch pudge in a puddle. :) Billy was so fucking angry when he read that he could hardly type. I heard him banging away on his old keyboard from the bedroom and had to stifle myself from laughing too loud. I told Harold about it and we started writing stories together. Every time we did something new, we wrote about it and I posted it under my handle. Billy kept getting madder and madder at SweetPie4Him that he started harassing me in email. The whole time, he was continuing to fuck Donna on a regular basis. Then Harold took it up a couple notches. This had been going on now for about a year and a half and I was ready to leave Billy and let Donna have him. He downloaded an app that would let you change your photos into art drawings and we put it to good use. He took a great picture of me sucking the head of his big cock while looking up into his eyes. I had combed my hair a different way and he converted the picture. It was great. On the next story, we posted it in the illustrated loving wives section along with two other photos, one of Harold buried deep in me and another one of his sperm pouring out of my gaping little pussy. It was another unwilling cuck story and BTB1980 had a hemorrhoid. BTB1980 wrote: You are one foul piece of shitbitch. Your husband should have you ganged and sold to a black pimp. In fact you should be held down and ass fucked until you puke. I hate cheating bitches like you. I had a reply for him. I posted one other picture. SweetPie4Him wrote: This is what your wife gives her big dick man, pudge boy I attached the photo to the post. It was another art creation, one of me gingerly taking Harold's large prick in my well prepared asshole. It took us a while to get there with lots of lube but he could clearly see all eight inches fucked completely in a tight ass that Billy has never tapped. I followed that up with another post. SweetPie4Him wrote: You know you have never tapped her tight ass, have you? She loves that fat cock fucking her deep like that. I know I do. Do you know what she screams out when he fucks her? She calls out his name, pudge boy, telling him to take your wife's ass away from you, to own her. You're just another cuck pudge, aren't you BTB. I'll bet you she turns you flat down tonight, pudge? Your little two inch pud just can't get the job done for a healthy woman with a lustful appetite, like your wife. Billy came to bed that night a bit quieter than usual. He was getting ready to go out on another road trip and he was trying to be amorous. "Nothing doing, Billy. I can feel it coming on. I got some cramps tonight. Maybe when you come back." "Come on, Melinda, we haven't fucked for nearly a month. Why don't you just suck it up and I'll do your ass, like you always wanted?" Now, he knew I've never wanted him to do my ass even with his big five incher. "You are fucking crazy. Go to sleep." At that I turned the light off and rolled over with a big smile on my face. He had to be thinking about SweetPie4Him's comments. Billy left on his trip the next day and later that evening after Harold made sweet love to me and captured a shot of his jism leaking out of my pussy, we planned our next story. It was to be our final one. I'd leave Billy before he returned. It was a simple story, really. It was the story of Bobby and Dana, a salesman and his secretary, on the road every other week fucking their socks off for the past three years. All was going great until Dana's husband found the pictures they liked to take of their exploits. He didn't take too kindly to another man polluting his bride like that. He smelled bitch in the air and knew it needed burning. The scorned husband gathered up all the evidence and compiled it into a greatest hits catalog before sending every bit of it to the paramour's scorned wife. He'd pay all right. She'll get the interlopers balls in a vice and terminate his manhood. As for Dana, the cheating cunt lost her kids, her house and because she was whoring for her boss, she lost her secretary job. Bobby was fired after the scorned wife took his balls. It was scorched earth everywhere, burnt ass on every page, no prisoners taken. Harold posted it under MelburnsBill. Billy was out of town but he fed his addiction no matter where he was. His company laptop made sure of that. That evening after it was posted, Billy made his first and last comment. BTB1980 wrote: That's the way to handle a cheating bitch, man. You take that whore down six notches from hell and set her ass on fire. I'm sick of all these cuck wimps around here. If my bitch ever looked at another man, I'd sell her ass to a goat herder. I sent a compiled zipfile and email to Thomas, Donna's husband, explaining the files and the circumstances after I called him to give him a heads up. He was livid and ready to kill but that was not my problem. I sent the same file and email to Billy's boss and the next one higher up the food chain threatening to sue them. Of course, I could care less at this point. I was just finally leaving, with most of the assets. I was going to send it to Billy's mother but I didn't think that was a good idea. I actually liked the old bird. I made the reply to Billy in an email rather than in a post. SweetPie4Him: Here is how we handle a cheating bitch of a man. Your wife has been getting the best fucking loving from a big dick man for the past two years now, BTB. You have been none the wiser because you, you lying hypocrite of a cuck pudge, have been pushing your little inadequate short pud of a dick into your secretary for at least three years. Now her husband knows. Your bosses know. Your wife is leaving you for a virile, well hung, attractive lover who has a great job. The best part of it is they love each other. Now, the good part. You'll love the pics, BTB. Recognize them? They were sent to your secretary's husband a while ago and I'm guessing he's waiting for your return and he is one angry motherfucker. That's not all. There's more. The second file contains pictures, some of which you have seen but didn't recognize. Plus, there is a nice little stroke video for you so that you can actually see how happy your wife is when she cucks your sorry cheating ass. Notice the pecker tracks on your pillow. They did that every time. My phone began ringing not long after that email was sent. I saw that it was Billy so I just turned it off and let my man take it one more time before we left to move my things to his place. Billy did lose his nuts but not in a vice. Thomas used a Louisville Slugger instead. Donna quit her job and disappeared. Billy tried to hold onto his job but everybody fucking laughed at him behind his back so he ended up leaving and moving to the next town over. My divorce went through with no issues. We split the equity on the house and I had already pilfered the savings over the previous two years. Harold and I still haven't married but there is a bun in the oven now so I suspect he's looking at the jewelry fliers for a reason. I still go on the loving wives site on occasion wondering if I can spot old BTB1980. I have several new phots to send to him if I can find him.