She sat there tied to the chair with duct tape over her mouth and her eyes were frantically darting here and there looking for a rescue that wouldn’t be coming.

I hadn’t duct taped his mouth and as he struggled to get loose from the low bench he was tied to he called me every name in the book and swore that he would get me and that when he got loose my life wouldn’t be worth spit.

I just smiled at him because I knew something that he didn’t.  To carry out threats you need to be alive.

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The events that brought the three of us to that barn started at our high school prom.  Actually they started two weeks before the prom when Mary Ellen Reardon who was to be my prom date was involved in a hit and run accident that had her in the hospital and in traction.

I tried to find another date, but wasn’t able to come up with one.  Two days before the prom Becky Saunders joined me at my table in the high school cafeteria as I was eating my lunch.

“Have you had any luck in finding a date for the prom?”

“Afraid not.”

“Would you consider taking me?”

Would I?  Would I ever!  The best looking girl in school and she was asking ME if I would consider taking her to the prom?  Hell yes!!!!!

“Of course I would” I said, “but I thought you would be going with Ben.”

“Ben and I had a big fight and we broke up.  It has been coming on for some time now and I suppose it could have waited until after the prom, but you know how it goes when words start to flow.  Things tend to take on a life of their own.  Anyway, I need a date for the prom.”

“You got one!”

When I showed up at Becky’s to pick her up her mother invited me in since Becky was still upstairs getting ready.  Mrs. Saunders smiled at me and said:

“Actually she’s been ready for an hour. She just wants to make a grand entrance.”  Then she laughed and said, “Like mother, like daughter.  I did the same thing for my prom.  I made my date wait almost fifteen minutes before coming down the stairs.  The expression on his face was worth it.  Excuse me; I need to get my camera.”

She left me standing at the foot of the stairs and as I stood there waiting I wondered why the Gods had set me up for the night.  First Mary Ellen’s accident and then Ben and Becky having a fight and breaking up and then Becky asking me if I’d consider being her date.  I’d asked Becky out over a dozen times since the ninth grade and she had always turned me down flat.  I knew that my taking Becky to the prom would incur Ben’s wrath, but I didn’t care.  For one night anyway I would have the best looking girl in the school – in the whore state! – on my arm.

Becky appeared at the top of the stairs and the sight of her took my breath away.  The flash from Mrs. Saunders couldn’t even cause me to pull my eyes away from Becky.  She was a vision as she came down the steps toward me.  I almost wished that we could stay frozen in time so I could keep looking at her.

The night, at least for me, was magical.  I wasn’t allowed to be a pig and hog Becky all to myself, but I did get two-thirds of the dances with her.  Becky was pretty high up on the school social ladder and I saw girls I’d asked out and who had turned me down looking at me with Becky and I could hear their thoughts.  “What does she see in him that we missed?”  I saw guys looking at me and I could read their expressions.  “Why him and not me?”

Ben had come stag and the look on his face when he looked at me was pure unadulterated hatred.  Three times he asked Becky to dance and three times she said no.  The third time he said something to her and she slapped his face and walked away from him.

When the last song played Becky molded herself against me and as we swayed to the music she said, “Kiss me.”  It was against the rules and there were chaperones there to enforce the rules, but chaperones and rules be damned!  I thought that I’d probably never get the chance again so I kissed her.  Her tongue darted into my mouth for a brief second and then she broke the kiss and said:

“The night isn’t over yet baby.  We have a party to go to when we leave here.”

The party was at Carol Hardy’s.  Carol was Becky’s best friend and you hardly ever saw one that you didn’t see the other.  Carol’s parents had sprung for a keg and had gone to a motel for the night after making Carol promise that nothing would happen that would bring the cops.

The house had a finished basement and everything in the basement had been moved out of the way to make a dance floor.  I had to share Becky more at the party than I’d had to at the prom, but I still got fifty percent of her time.  Plus I got to dance with a lot of the girls who never had much use for me ‘pre-Becky’ not that I thought that any of them were interested.  It was more of a “Dance with Rob and see how Becky reacts” kind of thing – a way to gauge her interest in me.

The high point of the party was the huge favor that Ben did for me and believe me when I say I was under no illusions that what happened wasn’t because of Ben.  He crashed the party and caused a scene.  Luckily I wasn’t dancing with Becky when it happened.  Ben stormed into the basement, saw Becky dancing with Bill Sheppard and tried to pull them apart.

“She belongs to me asshole!  Get your fucking hands off of her.”

Bill went to push him away and Ben punched him and broke Bill’s nose.  Carol’s boyfriend and two of his buddies grabbed Ben, put him in a hammer lock and tossed him out.  They told him if he came back they would beat the snot out of him. 

As soon as the fracas started I headed that way to ‘protect my lady” and as I got close I heard Becky mutter as Ben was hauled away:

“I belong to you?  I’ll show you who belongs to who asshole!”

She pulled me tight to her and gave me a kiss that curled my toes.  She broke the kiss, took my hand and said, “Come on” and she led me upstairs and down a hallway and into a room.  When she turned on the light I saw that it was a bedroom.  Becky closed the door, locked it and then led me over to the bed.  She gave me another hot kiss and her hands went to my zipper.  As she worked my cock out into the open air she said:

“If you are a quick cummer make damned sure you don’t get any on my dress.”

She bent at the waist and took my cock into her mouth.  There was no chance I’d cum quick because I’d been laid twice in the past twenty-four hours.  I looked down on her as she worked on me and wondered at her experience.  I’d no doubt that she wasn’t a virgin because Ben made no secret in the locker room of the fact that he was fucking her, but she was acting like she had a hell of a lot more experience than she could have gotten from Ben.

Becky spent several minutes on my dick while I took off my shirt, tie and T-shirt.  As good as her mouth felt on me I wanted to get mine on her so I pulled out of her mouth, undressed her all the way down to her thigh highs and high heels and then I pushed her back on the bed.  She lay there; legs spread wide and watched me as I took off my shoes, socks, trousers and briefs.  She smiled up at me and pulled her legs back when I got on the bed.  She pulled the lips of her pussy apart and waited for me to spear it with my lance of love (sorry – couldn’t resist that).  I surprised her when instead of dicking her I buried my face in her pussy.

I honestly did not believe that when the night was over Becky would have any more to do with me.  I was a means to an end.  I got her to the prom when she broke up with Ben and had no time to sit back, look around and be choosy.  I was a ‘short timer’ and doubting that I would ever see her again.  I was going to experience Becky to the fullest while I had the chance.

I don’t know if Becky had ever had her pussy eaten.  She had dated a lot of guys, but locker room talk had led me to believe that most guys didn’t do it because they thought it was ‘yucky’ but I liked doing it and I was good at it.  My older cousin Rhonda got me started when I was nine.  When she baby sat me she would give me candy bars if I would eat her pussy and she taught me well.  Becky must have liked it because her hands grabbed my head and she pushed her pelvis up at me and moaned:

“Oh yes, oh sweet fucking baby Jesus yes yes yes!”

I stayed with it until she had an orgasm and then before she came down from it I moved up and slid my cock into her pussy and started fucking her.  I fucked her hard and it wasn’t any quick fuck like I’d heard most girls got from a guy my age because, as I mentioned earlier, I’d already been laid twice in the last twenty-four hours.  Becky came a second time before I got my nut and just before I came I pulled out and shot my load onto her belly.  I lay down next to her and leaned on an elbow and looked into her gorgeous face.

Her breathing steadied and she ran a finger through the cum puddle on her belly, looked up at me and asked:

“Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Pull out.”

“I never expected anything like this to happen and I didn’t bring any rubbers.”

“I’m on the pill.  I wanted you to cum in me.”

“I didn’t know.”

“Where in the hell have you been hiding?”

“Hiding?”

“Yes Rob, hiding.  We girls don’t keep secrets from each other and nobody is talking about you.  That means that none of us have ever had you, but if not us who?  You didn’t learn to do what you just did from any of the girls in this school so who?”

“How about we just say it was instinct.”

“Bull crap Rob.  Go ahead and keep your secret.  I know I’m going to.  No way am I going to let what you can do out.  I’d be fighting half the girls in school to keep you.”

“Keep me?”

“Oh yeah Rob; you are now my guy.”

“Me?  Your guy?”

“You betcha!”

“Aren’t you afraid of what that might do to your image?”

“No lover, but think about what it will do for yours.”

I did and my thoughts were on how astonished everyone would be if Becky really meant it.  I’ve already mentioned that Becky was the best looking girl in school – as far as I was concerned anyway – and when it came to the campus ‘in crowd’ she was a charter member.

 I wasn’t.

 I was the proto-typical nerd right down to the pocket protectors and the horn rimmed glasses.  A straight A student who belonged to the Classical Music Society and the Chess Club.  I did participate in sports, but not in any of the prestigious ball sports –foot, base and basket – that drew the most attention.  I was on the swim team and I wrestled and I lettered in both although I never wore a letter sweater or jacket.  I was just one of the myriad unnoticed who made up two-thirds of the senior class.  If Becky meant what she said I certainly wouldn’t be among the unnoticed any longer.

Becky’s voice brought me back.  “I have no idea who your teacher was lover” she said as she fondled my hardening cock, “but whoever she is she has my undying gratitude.”  She swung over me in a sixty-nine and we were off to the races.

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Becky meant what she said.  From prom night on she stuck to me like she had been glued to me.  Rumors flew around school.  Becky had been abducted by aliens and the girl on my arm was really a ‘pod’ being.  I had discovered something about Becky and she was only with me because I was blackmailing her.  Her father was disgusted with her choice in boyfriends (meaning Ben) and he was making Becky date me as the price she had to pay in order to get him to pay for college.

No one knew the real reason that she hung with me and that included me.  I just could not and did not believe that the fact that I ate pussy (and liked it) would be enough reason for Becky to tie herself to me.  It wasn’t until her best friend Carol talked to me that I realized that my oral sex skills were indeed a big part of the reason Becky was with me.  It was two months after the prom and Becky and I were at Carol’s birthday party.  I was leaning against the wall and watching Becky dance with Alex Voncell when I noticed Carol standing off to the side and watching me.  I walked over to her and asked:

“What is so interesting?”

“You.”

“Me?  Whatever for?”

“Becky and I have been best friends since the third grade and we share everything.  At least we did until you came along.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I said we shared everything Rob and I do mean everything.  I’ve sampled every one of her boyfriends and she has had a taste of all of mine, but she won’t let me near you.  She says that if I ever experienced your ‘magic mouth’ our friendship would end because I’d try to steal you away from her.”

“I’m sure she is just jerking your chain.”

“She’s not.  I’ve known her far too long not to know when she means something.”

“I’m having trouble believing that.  I’m not at all anything special.”

“Oh yes you are.  At least you are if what Bec says is true.  I’ve had guys go down on me, but you can tell they hate it and they only do it because I won’t do them if they don’t do me.  Bec says you do it because you like it and that you always get her off with your mouth before you screw.  I’ve never had anyone get me off with just their mouth.”

“So is it you want to try me because you and Becky always shared and now she doesn’t want to or is it because you don’t believe her?”

“Neither Rob.  I want to see if I can get off with just a mouth working on me.”

“Well hang in there.  It just might happen.”

“You would step out on Becky?”

“No I wouldn’t, but I don’t see us as long term.  There is a line in a Travis Tritt song that says “I don’t see forever in her eyes” and that pretty much says it where we are concerned.”

Just then Becky came up to claim me and as she pulled me onto the makeshift dance floor I was thinking about what Carol had said about guys only going down on her because she wouldn’t do them if they didn’t do her.  I wasn’t aware that other guys didn’t eat pussy or like to.  It was something that was never much mentioned in the locker room although I had heard guys say that it was gross.  I never gave it much thought since it had been a part of my life for almost ten years.

When I was nine my sixteen year old cousin Rhonda used to baby sit me.  One day she told me that she wanted to show me something fun.  She dropped her jeans and underpants and pointed at the patch of hair between her legs and said:

“This is my pussy” and she took my hand and pulled it to her muff.  “Pet it Rob; rub it right here” and she put my hand on what I later found out was her clit.  “Would you lick it for me?”

I took one look at it and ran for my room.  Rhonda followed me into my room and said:

“If you will lick it for me I’ll give you a candy bar.  A Milky Way.  Those are your favorites, right?”

A candy bar?  Now we were talking.  By the time I was ten Rhonda had me trained to eat her just the way she liked.  She baby sat me the day after my eleventh birthday and after doing my duty and getting my Milky Way she said:

“For your birthday present I’m going to let you fuck me.  Come on, let me show you how.”

That was the end of the candy bars.  After that it was “If you will eat my pussy I’ll let you fuck me.”

During my eleventh year my dad and mom got divorced and six months later mom met and married a guy who had a daughter from a previous marriage.  She was eighteen and in a college out of state so I only saw Marci on school breaks.  She was okay and we got along.  When I was thirteen mom decided that I was old enough to not need a baby sitter any more, but Rhonda would still stop by once or twice a week to get her pussy taken care of.

One Friday while Rhonda was sitting on the couch, legs spread wide with me between them munching away on her beaver Marci walked in on us.  I tried to jump up, but Rhonda was right on the edge of her climax so she dug her hands in my hair and held me in place while she came.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Marci drop her suitcase and start to unbutton her blouse as she said:

“I’m next.”

I might have only been a thirteen kid, but I was a smart thirteen and I said:

“The deal is that if I eat it I fuck it.”

Marci laughed and said, “In that case you had better get your mouth over here so we can get started.”

For the next four years I was doing Rhonda once or twice a week and Marci whenever she was home from school.  Yeah, she was still in school.  First her Bachelors then a Masters and now she was working on a PHD.

There were some changes along the way.  Rhonda got married, but her husband wouldn’t eat her.  Even when she told she wouldn’t go down on him if he didn’t do her he wouldn’t do it.  Rhonda loved having her cum muffin munched so she still came to visit me, but there was a change.

“I can’t fuck you Rob because that would be cheating, but if you eat me I’ll give you blow jobs.”

I didn’t understand the logic behind that, but I wasn’t going to argue myself out of blow jobs.

Marci had a boyfriend back at college, but that didn’t stop her from playing with me whenever she came home.

I was sixteen when my step father had a heart attack and died.  For months my mom was a mess.  Mom and Marci had gotten close during mom’s three year marriage to Marci’s dad.  How close I found out just after I turned seventeen.  It was summer vacation and Marci was home from school and she got in the habit of slipping into my room after mom had fallen asleep.

One night after going to bed I heard my door open and close and seconds later Marci got into bed with me.  I rolled over, slid down and pushed up her nightgown and then I moved up between her legs.  I ate her until she came and then I moved up to slide my dick into her.  She went to push me away, but I grabbed her arms and held them as I said:

“You know the rules.  If I eat it I get to fuck it” and I pushed my cock into her pussy.

“No, you can’t” I heard, but I ignored it and pounded away.  I let go of her arms when I started banging her and a minute or so into the act her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me to her.  I was concentrating on trying to get the both of us off so I wasn’t aware that she was crying until after I released and started to go soft.

What’s the matter Marci?  Why are you crying?”

“This is just so wrong.  Oh God, why did I do it.”

The voice wasn’t Marci’s.  I turned on the bedside lamp and saw that I had just fucked my mother.

To make a long story a little shorter in turned out that mom had confided in Marci that she was horny as hell, but didn’t know how to take care of the problem.  She didn’t want to go out and randomly pick up a man and she didn’t have any male friends that she could turn to.  Marci told her that the solution to the problem was just down the hall.

“Rob?  But he’s my son and besides, he’s just a boy.”

“Maybe in age, but he’s man enough to get me off three or four times a week.”

Mom protested that it wouldn’t be right to fuck her own son and Marci told her she didn’t have to fuck me.  Just go into my room after I went to bed and get in bed with me.  I would think she was Marci and I’d get her off with my mouth.  The plan they came up with was that mom would come in, act like Marci until I got her off orally and then she would say she had to go to the bathroom and get up and leave the room and Marci, who would be waiting in the hall, would come in and take over.  I threw a wrench in their plans when I grabbed mom’s arms and wouldn’t let her leave.  Fortunately once mom’s tears stopped she decided that what was done was done and no use crying over spilt milk.  She thanked me for giving her some sexual relief and I thought that was the end of it.

Marci stopped having to sneak into my room and more often than not she would stay and spend the night in bed with me when the sex was over.  It was two weeks after my bout with my mother when the door opened and then closed and a body slid in beside me.

“Don’t eat me baby” my mom said, ‘just make love to me.”

After that I had more than I could handle.  What with Rhonda visiting a couple of times a week and either Marci or mom climbing into my bed at night I was probably the most sexually satisfied seventeen year old in the state.  All that Marci going back to school meant was that mom increased the number of nights she spent with me.

I was used to eating pussy so no, it never occurred to me that other guys didn’t and that girls set such a great value on having it done.  Did that change the way I thought about Becky?  Not in the least.  If the only reason she was with me was that I ate her pussy so what.  She was with me and that was what counted.  I was pretty sure that high school graduation would put an end to our relationship, but until then I had the best looking girl in school hanging on my arm.

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School graduation didn’t end it.  It continued on through the summer and didn’t end until Becky went off to college in September.  She made me promise to stay true to her and I promised.  It was an easy promise to make since I didn’t need to chase after girls for pussy since mom, Rhonda and Marci were taking good care of me at home.  Even with Marci going back to school I still had my evening visits from my mom and my visits from Rhonda and Marci did come home from school occasionally on weekends.

College was not in my future.  Mom didn’t have the money and even though I could have gotten scholarships I would still have had to take out student loans to be able to make it.  I couldn’t see saddling myself with a huge amount of debt just so I could get a job where I wouldn’t have to get my hands dirty.  I’d spent my last five summers and a lot of my weekends working for my Uncle John in his auto repair shop.  As Uncle John was always saying:

“There will always be cars and as long as there are cars there will be a need for someone to work on them.”

All graduation meant for me was that I went to work for Uncle John full time.

The college Becky attended was a two hour drive away so she usually came home two out of every three weekends and she would call me two or three times during the week.  When she called she always asked me if I was behaving myself and of course I always said yes.

We had a car hauler for picking up or delivering cars and one day Uncle John sent me off to the college town to pick up a car.  I thought I would surprise Becky while I was there, but I’m the one who got the surprise.  I turned onto the street her dorm was on just in time to see her get into a car, slide over next to and kiss the driver.  Then the car pulled away from the curb and I trailed along behind as she sat next to him and he had his arm around her.  They got caught at a light and while they waited for the green they kissed.  Two blocks later they made a left turn and I got a look at the driver’s profile.  It was her old boyfriend Ben.  The fact that she was sitting hip to hip next to him, the kisses, the possessive way he had his arm around her told me all that I needed to know and I stopped following them and headed for home.

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Becky didn’t come home that weekend so I went out cruising and when I saw a bunch of kids I knew in line at the miniature golf place I decided to join them.  Carol was one of them.

“No Becky tonight?”

“Nope.  She didn’t come home this weekend.”

“You once said that I should hang in there and I might get my chance.  Tonight would work for me.”

“What about your boyfriend?”

“He is history.  I’m currently unattached.”

“Then I guess tonight will work for me too.”

She looked at me in surprise.  “You mean it?  You would really step out on Becky?”

“Why not.  She’s stepping out on me.”

“Oh shit!  You know?  I told her she was being stupid to keep on seeing Ben.  This will be just between us right?  I mean she still is my best friend.”

“I won’t say anything if you don’t.”

Carol loved the way I ate her pussy and I had to admit that she gave superb blow jobs.  She also loved to fuck and told me that I could have as much as I wanted as long as we could keep it from Becky.  I had no problem with that.  In fact I thought it was neat to be fucking Becky’s best friend while Becky was cheating on me with Ben and whoever else she might be seeing while at school.

Becky was still asking me if I was behaving myself when she called and I had no problem with lying to her and telling her that I was.  It did bother me a little that I had to sneak around when seeing Carol, but she didn’t want anyone seeing us who might tell Becky. 

During the time I spent with Carol I learned that Becky had gotten back with Ben two months before she went off to college and for those two months she was dating us both.  Becky told her it was the best of both worlds.  She had Ben and his ten inch dick and me with my magic mouth.  I also found out that Ben knew about me and didn’t care.  He thought it was a joke that I was getting his leftovers.  It seems that if you have a ten inch cock you don’t need to eat pussy and he was more than happy to let me furnish Becky with that privilege.  Once I knew that Carol wanted to know what I was going to do.

“Nothing.  I never expected that we would last as a couple.  If all I am to her is a ‘magic mouth’ she can be ‘just pussy’ to me.  Unless of course you want to take up with me?”

“I can’t.  It would kill my friendship with Becky.  I don’t mind doing you behind her back because we always used to share before you came along and as long as she is going behind your back I don’t feel bad about it.  Besides, you and I wouldn’t last anyway.  I’m just too big of a slut.  I like variety too much to stay with any one guy.”

“At least you are honest about it.  That’s more than I can say about your best friend.”

“Cut her some slack honey.  I know for a fact that she considers herself as belonging to you, but she has a very high sexual appetite and you are here and she is there and she needs something to get her through the week.  That something just happens to be Ben because he is there and he is a known quantity.  The only reason she took back up with him was because she knew he would be going to the same college she was and she knew she was going to need some one to scratch her itch because you wouldn’t be there for her.  When she is home on weekends and school breaks she is all yours and I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but she is even mentioning your name and marriage in the same breath.”

“You have got to be shitting me.”

“Not even a little honey.”

Knowing that didn’t change anything as far as I was concerned.  I still didn’t expect that Becky and I were long term.  I thought maybe weekends and school breaks until she graduated and then she would find someone else.  I told that to Carol and she said I was totally wrong.

“She loves you baby, I know.  I’m privy to all of her secrets.”

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There were a lot of changes over the next three years.  Rhonda got careless and went home to hubby with a ‘dirty’ pussy.  He didn’t buy the “I’m so wet because I’m horny and I want you” story and he kicked her out.  Her visits to me moved up to three or four a week until she met and married another guy.  This one did eat pussy so Rhonda’s visits to me stopped.

Marci graduated and lived with mom and me and eventually she met and married a guy and they bought a house.  Six months later she was divorced.  I never found out why, but a couple of times a week she would call me at work and ask me to stop by for ‘a cup of coffee’ on my way home from work.

Carol drifted in and out of my life.  True to her word she couldn’t stay with any one guy for any long period of time and I guess I was her “in between’ guy.  She did keep me up to date on Becky.  Becky finally got tired of Ben and kicked him loose.  A month later she hooked up with another guy and he lasted three months.  Then Ben was back for most of her sophomore year and then they had a big fight and they split up again.  Carol told me that Becky had told her that she couldn’t wait until she graduated and could come home and settle in with me.

Becky still came home two weekends out of every three and she did spend all of her time with me and I did have her all to myself on school breaks, but I still had it in my mind that we wouldn’t last past graduation.

My relationship with my mom was ever changing.  She would slide into my bed three or four nights a week and then start feeling guilty over what we were doing and avoid me for a couple of weeks and then one night she would be back.

Twice I attempted to move out and get a place of my own and both times she fought me tooth and nail to keep me from doing it and both times she used sex to get her way.  She was on me from the moment I got home from work until I left for work the next day.  I’m surprised that she didn’t wear the skin off my dick.  Then, when she got her way and I agreed to stay, she would go into one of her guilty moods.  Why she never went out and got into a relationship with any of the guys who were always after her at work I’ll never know.

I was always able to tell Becky when she called that I was behaving myself and not dating while she was gone.  Didn’t have to date with mom at home, having ‘coffee’ with Marci sever times a week, and Carol dropping in on me when she was between guys.

My job was going great.  Things had gotten to the point where Uncle John would take off for a couple of days to go hunting or fishing and he would leave me in charge.  I did have a social life of sorts outside of a bedroom.  I bowled in a men’s house league on Tuesdays and played softball on a team that played in an inter-city league.  I did go out and party with my buddies occasionally so all in all I’d have to say that my life was good.

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The first sign that I’d been wrong in my thinking came during Becky’s Christmas break.  We were sitting in the Burg-O-Rama after going to the movies and after taking a sip of her milkshake Becky said:

“Have you given any thought to our wedding?”  I almost choked on a french fry as she went on, “I mean do you want a big one with all the hoopla that goes with it or something smaller?”

Some inner sense of self-preservation kicked in and said that whatever I chose was likely to be wrong so I just passed the buck.

“I haven’t given it any thought at all.  I’ve always believed that the girl should have the wedding of her choice and it should be left up to her.”

It must have been the right answer or close to it because she beamed.

“I guess I’ll have to sit down and talk it over with my mother.  We’ve got some time yet.  I’ve still got five more months of school and then I need to find a job.  You really don’t care about the wedding?”

“Only that it means I end up with you.”

She beamed again.

But after I drove her home and dropped her off at her parent’s house I did wonder some about the wedding.  Specifically I wondered if I wanted it at all.  Did I really want to marry Becky?  Did I really want to take the chance?  According to Carol Becky had taken back up with Ben even before she had gone off to college and had been dating us both at the same time while supposedly being mine and she’d had several other lovers – again according to Carol – while she was off at college. 

I’m not a hypocrite.  I couldn’t hold what she had done against her because the entire time we had known each other and gone together I’d been sexually involved with as many as four others.  The difference was that I knew me well enough to know that when I said my wedding vows I would honor them, but would Becky?

I remembered Carol telling me how she and Becky had shared their boyfriends before Becky hooked up with me.  Could I count on Becky to be true after we tied the knot?  I know that Carol said that she knew Becky loved me and couldn’t wait to settle down with me, but I still had my doubts.  I just didn’t know and had no way to find out before hand.  What I did know was that I wouldn’t tolerate it if she wasn’t.

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After our talk at the Burg-O-Rama things took on a life of their own.  Becky talked to her mother who called my mother and the three of them huddled and began making plans.  My only input was who did I want for my best man and ushers and who did I want invited.  A month after the three women got going I was informed that the wedding would be Saturday, July 9^th at the New Hope Methodist Church with the reception to follow at the Elks hall.

In May I attended Becky’s graduation.  While there I noticed Ben looking at me with a smirk on his face and I was tempted to go over and physically remove it, but at the last second I decided not to ruin Becky’s day.

Becky found a job at a large advertising agency and we started looking for an apartment.  We found one that was convenient to where we both worked and we started buying furniture and moving in.

The wedding went off without a hitch and we spent a glorious two weeks in Aruba, came home and started our life together.  We decided that we would hold off having kids until we had been married five years to give us some time to go places and do things before getting tied down.

The first four years were great.  My job was going extremely well. Uncle Ben made me a partner and was taking more and more time off and turning things over to me.  Becky was doing well at her job and we had a pretty good social life and a close circle of friends that we associated with and of course Carol and her squeeze of the moment were part of that circle.

Carol and I had kept our relationship a secret from Becky and even though it had ended months before my wedding we still remained very close friends.  Not as close as Becky and Carol of course, but still pretty close.  It was that friendship I had with Carol that caused things to start to unravel.  It took me a while to notice it, but Carol started avoiding me.  If we were at a party together she would keep her distance from me.  If started her way she would move off.  Once I saw her at Home Depot and I know she saw me and when I started toward her she turned and hurried away.

After a couple of instances like that I started asking myself what the fuck was going on.  I finally decided that that what was going on was that Carol didn’t want to talk to me and in my mind that meant that maybe she was afraid she would say something that she shouldn’t.  That got me to wondering what that could possible be.  Our history being what it was and the secrets we shared made me think that the only thing she could be afraid of letting slip was something about Becky doing something she shouldn’t that she didn’t want me to know.  And then of course the thought wasn’t far behind that the only thing Becky could be doing that she shouldn’t that needed to be hidden was that she was fucking around on me.

If Becky was fucking around on me it wouldn’t be too hard to find out because there were only a few times it could happen.  I still bowled on Tuesdays so that was the night she spent time with her girlfriends.  She stopped every other Thursday after work to have drinks with her co-workers.  She did occasionally work late, but it wasn’t often and of course there were her lunch hours and I discounted those because I didn’t think they were long enough for her to go somewhere, do the thing and then get back to work on time.  Once a month I went out of town to attend an auto auction looking for vehicles that the shop could rework and sell for a nice profit.  Almost all of the rest of Becky’s time I could account for.

Financially I was doing okay, but not okay enough that I could afford to hire a private detective so whatever was done was going to have to be done by me.  I could arrange for a sub on Tuesdays and follow her and I could also follow her on the Thursdays with her co-workers.  It wouldn’t be any trouble to set up outside of her work place on the nights she told me she had to work late. 

The only thing I couldn’t figure out how to cover were my out of town trips.  I decided that I needed to put a tap on our phone to see if I could come up with more information.  A trip to Radio Shack, a ten minute talk with the guy who waited on me and a $76.83 charge on my Visa card and it was done.  Since Becky usually got home an hour or so before I did I would have to wait for her Thursday night out to install it.  It wouldn’t help me short term because Friday I would be going out of town to the auto auction.  I usually left at six in the morning and didn’t get home until around eight-thirty or nine so it would be Saturday when Becky was grocery shopping before I would be able to listen to what was on the recorder.

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I had a good day at the auction and picked up four cars that we could make a good profit on.  I called Uncle John and gave him the news and then I made the arrangements to have the cars moved to our shop.  I hoped Becky would be in a good mood when I got home because I was in a pretty horny mood thanks to a couple of hot looking ladies who had been at the auction.  And, truth be told, Audrey, the auctioneers hot looking daughter had been flirting with me.  I knew she would go in a heart-beat if I’d make the move, but I was true to Becky and always intended to be.  However that didn’t stop me from letting Becky take care of what other ladies might generate.

I walked into the house and was reaching for the light switch when hands grabbed me.  At first I thought it was Becky, but then I realized there were hands on both of my arms.  Before I could do anything a hard punch in my stomach took the breath out of me and I gasped for air.  In the dim light from the street lamp outside I saw the shapes of four men as they drug me through the house and into the bedroom.

Becky was on the bed naked and she had a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy.  There was a man standing next to the bed stroking himself as he watched the action on the bed.  I noticed that all the men had ski masks on.  I started getting my wind back and began to struggle and that got me another hard punch in the gut.  I was pushed down on a chair that one of the men had brought in from the dinning room and one guy tore up a pillow case and used it to tie me to the chair.  The man watching the action on the bed said:

“I thought you said he didn’t get home until midnight?”

“I guess I got the wrong information.”

“No matter.  He can watch.”

They were obviously trying to disguise their voices which meant that I probably knew one or two of them.  The guy who tied me to the chair picked up a pair of Becky’s panties which were lying on the floor and stuffed them into my mouth and then all the guys gave their full attention to Becky.

The guy fucking her finished and the guy in her mouth moved to her pussy.  The guy who had been stroking and watching got on the bed and when his cock was an inch from her mouth she leaned to reach it and wrap her lips around it.  She was into it!  Becky was an active participant!  I had been recovering from the punches and had started to try and work myself loose so I could try and help her, but when her legs went up and clamp the guy fucking her the fight went out of me and I stopped struggling.

It went on for another hour as they took turns with her two and three at a time.  Several times she had a cock in her mouth, pussy and ass at the same time and then one of the guys said:

“She seems to be losing steam.  How long before the drugs wear off?”

“The Ecstasy is probably tapering off, but the roofies are supposed to last for hours.”

 “Got any more?”

“Yeah.”

“Give her another dose.”

A guy left the room and a minute or so later he came back with a glass of liquid and handed it to Becky.

“Here sweetie; you must be thirsty by now.  Drink this.”

Becky drank it and there was another hour of Becky being used while I sat there.  Finally the guys couldn’t get it up any more and one guy said:

“Should we cut her old man loose now?”

“Don’t be stupid.  Give the cunt another shot of roofies and it will knock her out for a couple of hours.  It will give us enough time to get gone.  When she wakes up she can cut him loose.”

“Shame she wasn’t doing this on her own accord.  I could get used to having a piece like this around.”

“Might happen.  He might be so disgusted with her after watching her that he will kick her out and then maybe one of us can move in on her.”

They gave Becky another drink of something and twenty minutes later she was asleep.  I don’t know that the drug itself worked that fast, but she had to be worn out after hours of constant fucking and the drug just hurried things along.

I struggled trying to get loose, but all I accomplished was to pull the ties tighter and my hands went numb.  All I could do was sit there and wait for Becky to wake up and cut me loose.  As I sat there and watched her sleeping form I berated myself for the thoughts that I’d had when I saw her fucking back at them.  I’d heard about the effects of roofies and Ecstasy and how they acted on a person to make them really get into the sexual act.  I put what I’d seen Becky do out of my mind – or tried to anyway – and tried to concentrate on what I’d seen of the seven men.  I was trying hard to come up with something that would lead me to at least one of them.  If I could find one he would give up the others.  Me and a sharp knife would guarantee that.

I must have nodded off and sharp pains woke me up.  A crying Becky was trying to untie the knots, but my struggles had pulled them too tight.  My voice was hoarse when I told her to go to the kitchen and get a knife.  She finally got me loose and when I tried to stand up my legs gave out and I fell to the floor.  Becky helped me get up and over to the bed.  I sat down and reached for the bedside phone.

“Who are you calling?”

Becky asked.

“The cops.”

Becky snatched the phone out of my hand. “No!  No police!”

“You have just been raped Becky.  We have to call the police.”

“No we don’t!  I will not let that happen to me!”

“What are you talking about?  It happened and we have to do something about it.”

“No we don’t!  Remember what happened to Brenda Sooters when she was raped by those bikers?  They caught the bikers and at the trial their lawyer painted Brenda a slut and all the bikers said she was willing and the jury found them not guilty.  Now Brenda is saddled with a reputation and that is not going to happen to me.  I will not allow it!  There is no physical damage to me and I don’t have a clue as to who any of those assholes where anyway.  All the police would do is take me to the hospital for their rape victim procedure and the word would go out that I had been gangbanged.  Most who know me wouldn’t believe I was willing, but there are some that would. 

“The only thing I’m going to do is get to the pharmacy first thing and get a morning after pill or three.  I absolutely refuse to have anyone thinking that I’m some kind of slut.  And there is another thing to think about.”

“What’s that?”

“Only you, me and those seven know about what happened.  Sooner or later one of those seven is going to say something or make some kind of remark and when we hear it we will know how he knows.  A sharp knife held against his cock will get us the names of the rest of them.  When I have those names I will get my justice and it won’t be in any court room where twelve idiots can set the bastards free.”

That pretty much mirrored my thoughts about how to handle the bastards so I let her put the phone down.  I didn’t know that I’d ever find them, but I would be damned sure looking.  Becky convinced me that we had to behave normally so we both went into work the next morning.

I spent the day think about the seven guys.  Because of the ski masks I couldn’t tell much about their faces; things like beards, hair color or mustaches.  From pubic hair color I could tell two were blond and three had brown hair, but the other two were shaven bald.  The being bald didn’t help because when I was in school half the guys in the locker room had shaved their crotch.  If I knew a dozen in school who did it there were probably hundreds around that did it.  I couldn’t remember seeing any scars or tattoos that might help me recognize them, but there had to be something and I’d find it.

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That night when I got home I asked Becky to tell me about the night before.  She didn’t want to, said she would rather put it out of her mind, but I told her I needed to know what happened so I could analyze it and maybe come up with a clue that would help me find at least one of the assholes.  Things like how did they manage to drug her in the first place.

“I knew you wouldn’t be home until late so I stopped off at Bud’s Bar with the girls after work.  It was the way it always was when we stopped for a drink.  Four good looking women attract attention and guys keep buying us drinks and trying to move in on us.  You know how it goes; I always tell you about it.  Anyway, we did what we always do and played along since it meant free drinks for us.

“A couple of traveling business men joined us because Judy – she’s single – was interested in one of them.  I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back Mary and Alice had left and I had a fresh drink in front of me.  Judy was intent on her guy and I guess his buddy thought he was going to luck out with me.  We danced a couple of times and had another drink and then Judy got up and headed for a room with her guy and that was my signal to get up and leave.  When I stood up thing everything went blurry and I stumbled.  The guy who was still at the table with me got up to help me and said it looked like I needed a breath of fresh air.  He walked me outside and the last thing I remembered before waking up with cocks in me was a voice saying:

“Fuck off Jack; we will take it from here.”

“I heard a protest and then something that sounded like something being beaten.  After that it was pretty much what you saw.” 

She was silent for a bit and then said:

 “I’m sorry you saw it.  I couldn’t help it baby.  Something was driving me and I couldn’t stop.  I didn’t want to stop.  I was into it baby.  They were taking me and using me and I didn’t want them to stop.  Not ever.”

“You couldn’t help it Becky; it was the drugs.  You had no control over any of it.”

She started crying and ran from the room.  I knew better than to try and make love to her until she gave me a cue that she was ready so when we went to bed I just pulled her to me and held her.

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Someone local who knew us had to have been in the bar and seen what the visiting business man did and that someone and his friends had intercepted Becky and the guy and had taken Becky away from him.  I needed to find out who was in the bar that night and I needed to do it without people knowing what it was specifically that I was trying to find out.  The next day after work I stopped at Bud’s for a beer.  Hank was behind the bar and as he set my beer down in front of me I said:

“I hear you had some excitement here the other night.”

“What excitement would that be?”

“Heard that some guy got beaten up in your parking lot.”

“Not that I know of.  Where did you hear that?”

“Becky told me.  Said it happened night before last when she and her girlfriends were in here.”

“Becky?  Becky hasn’t been here in over a month.”

“Night before last?  You sure?”

“I work from six until two and she wasn’t in here while I was working.”

“I must have misunderstood her.  I just took it for granted that she meant this place because it is where she usually stops.”

Before he could say anything else a customer at the other end of the bar called him and waved an empty beer bottle.  I finished my beer and left.  Becky had been very clear about Bud’s Bar being where it had happened.  As I drove home I was having bad thoughts.  I was having some very bad thoughts.

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Because of what happened and what took place afterwards I’d forgotten all about the telephone tap.  Becky would be home when I got there so I wouldn’t be able to check it until the next day.  Becky had dinner ready when I got home and neither of us mentioned “the night.” 

When we went to bed Becky cuddled up next to me and a couple of minutes later her hand went to my cock.  I had an unkind and somewhat disgusting thought as I lifted the hem of her nightgown.  “What is she going to feel like after seven men for several hours?”  It had only been a couple of days and she was a little loose, but not overly so.  I was hoping that what I was starting to think wasn’t true because I did love Becky.  I really did.

The next morning I told Becky that I would be going in to work late because I had a dentist appointment.  She kissed me and left for work and as soon as her car was out of the driveway I went down into the basement.  There were two calls from her mother, one from Stella reminding Becky of her appointment to have her hair done and a call from some guy I’d never heard of wanting our vote in the coming election.  And then the call that I had really, really hoped wouldn’t be there.

“Hello?”

“Hiya babycakes.”

“What’s up stud?”

“You know what’s up and you know what I want to do with it.”

“I guess it needs to be done by hand then if you can’t wait for tonight.”

“I’ll wait, but you will be in for a rough ride.  We still on for four?”

“Yeah.  I’ve already arranged to leave work early.”

“Is that enough time for it?”

“It should give us at least four hours before he gets home.  How many?”

“Me and six others.”

“Who?”

“Two that you know, but you won’t be able to tell who they are because they will be wearing ski masks.”

“Why the masks if I already know them?”

“They don’t want you to be able to tell on them if things go wrong.”

“What could go wrong?”

“Nothing.  You and I know that, but they are worriers.  It won’t matter because we will all be wearing ski masks when he gets here.

“Just you make damned sure that you don’t hurt him.”

“Why do you care?  You can’t think much of him if you are going to do seven guys in front of him.”

“That’s not true and you know it.  I love him.  I just want the sexual excitement of being fucked while he watches and I want the sexual high that I heard that you can get from gangbangs.”

“Oh come on babycakes.  If you love him why have you been fucking me forever?  Shit lover, how much love were you showing for him when you fucked me the night before your wedding?  Where was all your love for him when you let me nail you a week after you got back from your honeymoon?”

“You know the answer to that asshole.  I love him totally; when it comes to you I only love your ten inch dick.”

“Whatever.  I still think you should let us fuck him in the ass and make him suck our cocks while they still have your juices on them.”

“You do that or even pretend like you are going to and I swear to God I will bite or cut your dick off.  You will not hurt him!  Do you understand me?!!”

“Okay, okay, don’t get all pissy on me.  There is still time to back out of it if you aren’t sure.”

“No.  I’m sure.  I’ve never done a gang bang and I’ve always wondered what one would be like.”

“No different from the threesomes you do with me and Bill.  All that’s different is that when we pull out two others move in to take our places.”

“I’m hoping for three to take over.”

“What?  Oh yeah.  I guess one in all three holes would be different.”

“I’ve got to get out of here and get to work.  See you at four.”

I hit the stop button and sat there stunned to the core.  It had been a set up!  Becky had set me up to watch her being a slut.  Not only that, but she had been stabbing me in the back the entire time we had been married.  Fucked the night before our wedding?  Regular threesomes with some guy named Bill and the owner of the voice I’d just heard and recognized?  The man who didn’t know that his life was about to turn into a pile of shit?  Oh yeah!  Ben was in for one hell of a surprise, but then so was my loving wife.

I pushed the play button again.  Nine calls that didn’t mean shit and then:

“Hello?”

“How’s my favorite slut today?”

“Well fucked.  Extremely well fucked.  And I loved it.”

“You gave he guys a great night and they want to know if you want to do it again.”

“Hell yes I do, but it will have to wait until the circumstances are right.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You have to understand that I never say no to hubby when he wants to make love and if he wanted me right after a gangbang I couldn’t say no without him being curious as to why.  By the same token I couldn’t make love to him after a gangbang without him knowing what I’d done because I’d be so loose and sloppy.  What needs to happen is that my period needs to coincide with one of hubby’s trips so I’ll have a reason to say no until I can close up a bit.”

“Shit girl!  No one is going to want to gang fuck you while you are on the rag.”

“That’s not what I mean.  I know when I’m due so I need to wait until it is due to start close to one of his trip days.  It might actually start a day or two after his trip, but he has no reason to doubt me when I say that it is my time of the month.”

“So when?”

“I don’t know.  He doesn’t have a set schedule.  It will have to be a quick deal.  I usually only get a days notice so when he tells me he will be gone I’ll call you and you will have to hustle to get things set up.  We will do it at noon so we can be done and I can have the house straightened up before he gets home.”

“I haven’t heard anything so I guess it played out like you planned?”

“I did have to be a little firm about not calling the police, but yeah, it turned out fine.”

“Anything different you want to try next time?”

“Unfortunately no, it is too late now.”

“What?”

“We only had the one shot at doing it with hubby watching.  That can’t ever happen again.”

“What does that mean?”

“While I was airtight and watching him watch me I was thinking about how big a turn on it would have been to see him with a cock in his ass and a cock in his mouth while I had the same.  I should have let you do it, but it is too late now.  Water over the dam.  But there is one thing.”

“What?”

“Could you scout around and find a guy with a really, really big cock for the next time.”

“I’ll do my best.  You up for a long lunch tomorrow?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“An hour in Bill’s van?”

“I can do that.”

“See you at noon.”

“I’ll be ready.”

The next call was an outgoing call.

“Hello?”

“Hi there girlfriend.”

“What’s up Bec?”

“Need you to play decoy again.  Take Bill’s wife to lunch and keep her busy from say eleven forty-five till around one-thirty?”

Why are you doing it Bec?  You have a great guy for a husband and sooner or later you are going to fuck up and he will be gone.”

“No chance Carol.  I’m way too careful for that to happen.”

“Okay.  I’ll keep Monica occupied.  See you Thursday night?”

“You bet.  Bye.”

No wonder Carol was avoiding me and couldn’t meet my eyes when we did talk.  The conversation did tell me who Bill was.  I only knew one Bill with a wife named Monica.  I took the tape out of the recorder and replaced it with a fresh one.  As I drove to work I started making plans.  It would take me a while, but Becky, Ben and Bill Miglio where going to pay one hell of a price for what they were doing and along the way I would find out who the other six men at the gangbang were and they wouldn’t fare too well either.

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It took me fourteen months to get everything lined up and in place.  During that fourteen months I monitored the calls on the house phone and learned that Becky had indeed been able to schedule two more gangbangs that had closely coincided with her periods.  Apparently Ben had never been able to find her the “Really, really big cock” she wanted or if he did it never got mentioned. 

She met with Ben at least once a week for a ‘long lunch’ and maybe twice a month a long lunch with Ben and Bill.  The long lunches with Bill came to an end about seven months ago when some guy in a stolen car ran Bill off the road near the Foxton Bridge.  The thirty foot drop into the ravine didn’t kill him, but his legs were so fucked up that he is confined to a wheel chair. 

I guess it messed up his love life too or at least that is the take I get from the fact that four months after his accident his wife Monica was out cruising the bars.  Monica isn’t as good looking as Becky, but she does give better blow jobs and her pussy is tighter.  I convinced her to stop cruising the bars before she picked up something bad and to settle for seeing me two or three times a week.

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The day finally came when I was ready to make my move.  I was waiting for Becky when she came home from work.  “We have a problem sweetie” I said as she walked into the kitchen.  I’d already poured her a glass of wine and I pointed to it and told her to have a seat.  Then I hit the play button on the tape recorder and watched her face lose all of it’s color as some of her more recent phone calls with Ben played.  I hit the stop button and said:

“You are damned lucky that I love you as much as I do, but I don’t have any strong feelings for Ben at all.  The question is do you?”

With a shaky voice she asked, “Do I what?”

“Have strong feelings for Ben.”

“He’s okay and I guess you have already figured out that I love fucking him, but I wouldn’t say that I have any strong feelings for him.”

“Well Becky, I guess we are going to find out about that.  I want you to get on the phone and call him.”

“Why?”

“Because Ben has to pay for what he has been doing to me.  Like I said, you are lucky that I love you so we will find a way to work by this, but Ben doesn’t get a pass.  Call him, tell him I got called out of town and if he hurries over he can spend the night with you.  When he gets here I’ll take over and you can go and visit Carol or something.  Oh, and Becky?  Make it sound convincing.”

She got up and went over to the phone and placed the call.

“Hi sweetie.  Miss me?”

“Want to do something about it?”

“Hubby just got called out of town and he won’t be back until tomorrow night.  I hate sleeping in that big old bed alone.  Want to help me out?”

“Hurry baby; I’ll be waiting.”

She hung up, came back, sat down and took a sip of her wine.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because he fucks me.  He doesn’t make love to me, he just fucks me.  He treats me like shit most of the time and just uses me, but for some ungodly reason that turns me on.  I don’t love him and most of the time I don’t even like him, but he can really light me up.”

“So I don’t do it for you huh?”

“Of course you do.  I love you and I love the way you make love to me.  I guess I just need them both.  I need your slow leisurely love making and his hot monkey sex.”

“If you could only have one or the other which would you choose?”

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, “I don’t honestly know.  I know it sounds stupid, but when I’m with you I’m thinking of him and when I’m with him I’m thinking of you.  While you are making love to me and getting me off I’m loving it, but I’m wondering how soon I can get to Ben and get fucked.  When he is fucking me I’m getting off, but I’m wanting to get back to you and have you make love to me.  I just don’t know that I could make an either or choice.”  Then she hesitated and then said, “No, that’s not true.  I’d choose you because I love you and I don’t love Ben, but even though I would choose you I’d still be thinking of him.”

“How long has it been going on?”

I saw from her face that she was getting ready to lie, but then something in her eyes changed and she said:

“It never stopped.  I saw him the entire time we were going together.  He fucked me the night before our wedding and he fucked me just after we got back from Aruba.  Since then it has been a couple of times a month.”

“Is he the only one?”

This time I saw the lie on her face and heard it from her lips.  “No.  Ben is the only one.”

I said nothing and she looked at me and said, “What now?”

“Now we get ready to meet your lover.”

“No Rob; I mean what about us?”

“We have a lot more talking to do Becky, but that will be later.”

I moved to the living room, parted the curtains enough to allow me to see the driveway and waited.  When I saw Ben pull in I called to Becky and told her to get ready.  I moved to where I would be behind the door when it opened and when the doorbell rang Becky went to the door and opened it.  She stepped back and Ben came in and reached for her and I moved in behind him and grabbed him in a choke hold.  I held it and squeezed until lack of air made him pass out.  Using tie wraps and duct tape I tied him up.

I stood up and started to walk toward the kitchen.  Becky was standing there looking down at him and I had no clue as to what she was thinking, but it didn’t matter and as I passed behind her I turned, used the choke hold on her and then tied her up.

I went to the bedroom and using garbage bags I cleaned every thing of Becky’s out of the room and then did the same in the bathroom.  By the time I was done Becky and Ben were coming around so I slapped strips of duct tape over their mouths.  I reached down and pulled the wedding rings off Becky’s fingers and put them on the kitchen table along with all the credit cards from her purse. I thought about wiping my finger prints off of them, but then decided that it would be only natural to pick them up and look at them when I came home and found them with her rings on the table.

I carried Becky and Ben out into the garage and loaded them into the back of the truck and tied them down to the tie down rings bolted to the floor.  I tossed all the garbage bags containing Becky’s stuff on top of them.  It was a forty-five minute drive to the vacant farm I’d found and I pulled the truck into the barn and closed the door.  I pulled Ben out of the truck, carried him over to a low wooden bench and tied him face down on with his ass hanging just over the edge.  I carried Becky over to a chair and tied her to it and positioned it so she could see Ben on the bench.

I pulled the tape off Ben’s mouth and he started making his threats and I just smiled.  I went out to a small shed just behind the barn and got what I’d put in there the day before and went back into the barn.  Becky’s eyes got big when she saw what I had with me, but Ben was tied facing the other way so he couldn’t see.  He didn’t know until the cold nose of the dog touched his ass.  I took the tape player out of my pocket and touched the play button and Becky and Ben got to listen to themselves talk about shoving a cock up my ass and into my mouth.

“I thought maybe I’d do it to you Ben since you were so hot to do it to me, but I just can’t do it.  Fucking a guy in the ass would turn my stomach, but it seemed like such a fitting way to get revenge that I thought of another way to get it done.”

I used a paint brush to cover his ass with melted butter and the two dogs got busy licking it off of him.  Then the Golden Lab mounted Ben and his cock started stabbing for the hole he expected to find and when he found it Ben screamed.  Becky was watching wide eyed as the Lab fucked Ben and the Great Dane tried to get the cock sliding out of his sheath into Ben’s mouth.

“How do you like being tied to a chair so you can watch?” I asked Becky.  “I got the idea from you.  I know to be accurate in the reenactment I should have stuff a pair of my underpants in your mouth like you had them stuff your panties in mine, but then I’d be short a pair until I could do a load of laundry and duct tape works just as well.”

Becky had to sit there and listen to Ben cry and the tape player as it spit out every phone call she and Ben had made since the first one I recorded.  Tears started running down her cheeks as I said:

“Don’t worry Becky.  I know how much you love cock and sexual excitement.  I’ll make sure that you get your turn with the animals.”

Her eyes went wide with fear and shot to the pony I’d led in and tied to a post just inside the door.  I laughed and said:

“Especially him.  I heard you tell Ben that you wanted a really, really big one so I went out and got you one.  He’s all yours baby; you won’t have to share him with Ben.

Over on the bench the Lab had dumped his load in Ben’s ass and was trying to pull out, but he had knotted to Ben and it would be a bit before he got loose.  Meantime he was trying to pull away from Ben and every time the dog tried to tug loose Ben screamed.  I walked over to Ben and said:

“The Great Dane is next unless you give me the names of all the guys you rounded up to help themselves to Becky during her gangbangs.  While you are trying to decide what to do think on this.  The Dane’s cock is bigger than the Lab’s.  Imagine him in you stuck like the Lab is right now.”

Ben must not have liked doggie love because he rattled the names off so fast I had to ask him to repeat several of them.  The Lab finally pulled loose and the Dane was dancing around waiting for the Lab to get out of the way and let him in.  The Lab moved over to a corner, sat down and started licking himself.  The Dane mounted Ben and as he drove his cock up Ben’s ass Ben screamed:

“You said you wouldn’t let him.. You said if I named names you wouldn’t let him.”

I laughed and said, “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to trust a man whose wife you were fucking behind his back?”

Another scream as the Dane drove home, but after a minute or so Ben let out a low moan.  I looked at Becky and said:

“Damned if I don’t think he is getting in to it.”

Tears were streaming down Becky’s face as I said, “You might have avoided this if you had been honest with me.  Remember when I asked you if there was anyone else besides Ben?  You said no.  If you had confessed to the threesomes in Bill’s van and the gangbangs I might have let you slide.  Real shame that Bill is living in a wheelchair now.  They never did catch the guy whole stole the car that ran Bill off the road, did they?”

I saw terror in Becky’s eyes when I said that.  Until that very moment she probably thought that what happened to Bill was a genuine accident.

“I probably could even have gotten by being tied in that damned chair and forced to watch, but I gave you a chance to come clean with me and you didn’t take it.”

Over on the bench Ben was breathing hard and moaning as the Dane jack hammered Ben’s ass and I wondered if my cock hungry wife would get into it also.  The Dane finished without knotting and by the time he was off to the side and licking his balls the Lab was sniffing around Ben’s butt probably looking for seconds.  I cut Ben loose from the bench and quickly tied him up again.

“Now it’s your turn” I said to Becky as I untied her and carried her over to the bench and strapped her down.  I smeared her ass with the melted butter and when the Lab moved behind her and started licking I took the duct tape off of her mouth.

“Don’t do this Rob; please God don’t do this to me.”

“But Becky darling, you love cocks and the more the merrier I’ve heard you say on the tapes.  These guys may be a little bit on the furry side, but a cock is a cock isn’t it?”

“Please Rob” she cried with rivers of tears running down her face, “Please don’t do this to me.” 

“Come on Becky; I’m just being a loving husband doing my best to see that you get what you want.  Of course that isn’t totally true.  You wanted to see me with a cock in my mouth and one in my ass and I didn’t do that for you, but in a little bit I will see to it that you get that really, really big cock you wanted.  I don’t understand why you aren’t thanking me.”

It was too late to stop it anyway as the Lab had already reared up and mounted her.   Becky howled as he drove his cock home into her.  Becky did get into it and a lot quicker than Ben did.  She was moaning minutes after the Lab started fucking her and I know I heard a soft “Oh God” just before the dog blew his load into her.  By then the Dane was ready again and I put on some latex gloves and when he mounted Becky I guided his cock to her anal rosebud.  “Oh God no!  Not there!” Becky cried, but I guess the Dane didn’t understand English and he slammed his cock past her sphincter muscle and started fucking her.

Becky’s ass was used to taking cocks and it didn’t take long before she was moaning “yes, yes, yes” and just out of curiosity I cut everything but her hands loose from the bench and she was so into that she began pushing her ass back at the dog.  The girl really did love cock.

I think Becky could have gone on all night with the dogs, but I didn’t have all night.  I went over and untied the pony and led him over to the bench.  The pony was wild eyed and ready.  The scent from the dogs, Ben and Becky had gotten to him and his cock was already extended out of its sheath.  I put on another pair of latex gloves, greased the pony cock up really good, pulled the Dane off of Becky and led the pony forward.  I took hold of his cock, lined it up as I said:

 “Here comes that really, really big cock you wanted sweetie.”

Becky’s scream split the air.

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I was a ‘person of interest’ after I reported my wife missing, but then I’d known I would be.  I had waited two days before going to the sheriff’s office.  I told them she hadn’t come home for two days and I thought from the fact that her rings were on the kitchen table and most of her stuff was gone that she had run off, but I wanted to be on the safe side so I was reporting her missing.

I called Becky’s mother the night of the ‘animal bang” and told her that I thought Becky had run off, but she didn’t believe it.

“She wouldn’t do that to you Rob.  Becky loves you; I know she does.”

But when Becky still hadn’t come home after two days her mother called the sheriff and told him she thought something was fishy.  The sheriff’s department looked into it, discovered Becky’s affair with Ben and that Ben was also gone.  Two and two added up to ‘case solved’ as far as the sheriff was concerned and I doubt that it will ever be brought up again.

Unless of course the bodies are found and I’ve bet my life on that never happening.

Also tying up the sheriff’s department manpower was the rash of accidents and muggings that took place in our fair city.  There were more violent muggings in the last six months than there had been in the previous six years.  The newspaper is saying that they are probably drug related.

Carol stops by from time to time to console me and Monica Miglio has been making noises about wanting to move in with me and I told her it was possible, but only if she wanted to leave town.  The town had too many bad memories for me so I had purchased a small farm a little over forty miles away.  Close enough to still be able to drive to work, but far enough away that I wouldn’t be close to any of the places where memories of my sweet Becky could cause me heartache.  Monica accepted and I helped her move out of her house and didn’t it just break my heart to watch Bill watch her go – with me.

My first project at the new place will be to enlarge the barn so I can store all of the cars I will be buying at auction.  All I need to do is take out the south wall, extend the concrete floor out eighteen feet and then extend the building to cover it.  I thought maybe I’d make the new floor a foot thicker than the old floor.  Cars are so heavy, you know?