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By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

When I agreed to marry my husband I knew about a lot of his secret fetishes, so it led me to make him one solemn agreement; if he ever fucked around on me, I would make his life a living hell. For four years, all was well. A week ago, I found a note in his pants pocket that changed all that. It was from some Kelly girl that was thanking him for a really good time and wanted him to come back again for some more “training”.

That started the ball rolling and I went looking for whatever else he might be hiding. My husband, George, wasn’t very bright when it came to computers, but he always seemed to be on ours when I would walk through the door. That was the obvious place to start then. I did a simple check of the browser history and was blown away for two reasons. First of all, there weren’t any porn sites visited lately, and secondly, there were. When I went to some of the .com’s he had visited I found that they were actually erotic sex stories. So, in one way he wasn’t hooked on porn like most guys, but on the other hand he was reading about sex just as much.

At first I wasn’t going to read any of the stories because at first glance they seemed very contrived and graphic. I prefer longer, drawn out stories that merely titillate the imagination. But on second thought, I figured that there probably wouldn’t be a better way to find out what kind of kink Kelly brought to his life. Just thinking about that note I found had me fuming in ire.

I chose one of the sites at random and started reading. It was a short story about ten pages long, so it set up the scene very quickly, and got to the action even quicker. Despite the anger I was engulfed with at the moment, the story started getting interesting. It was about a married woman being taken by her boss. That part sounded nice, but I didn’t like it’s implications towards my husband. The next story I hit on was about a farmer that took a stranger in for the night and that guy stole his wife for the night. After venturing to the third story I was starting to see a pattern. It was about a cop that had busted a guy and he started fucking the guy’s girlfriend to humiliate the sucker.

It was clear to see that George was getting hooked on the idea of becoming “the boss/stranger/cop” who wanted to fuck the women of his associates just to humiliate the men and feel like the top dog. Well, now I knew his desire. I knew I would have to think about it for a while to have a proper response. The one thing I knew for sure was that I wasn’t going to tell him I knew about Kelly, nor his perverted little stories. The only thing he was going to get from me for the next couple of days was a very cold shoulder.

I was having such a hard time deciding just what to do about my newfound knowledge that I decided to try to understand his fetish to dominate other women to embarrass their boyfriends. Maybe it was as simple as a deflated ego he thought he could boost by putting other men down. The only thing I knew that was written in stone was that I was going to keep my vow to him about putting him through a living hell. At the moment, I thought that meant finding Kelly’s husband or boyfriend and letting him know exactly what was going on. Being home alone on my day off I decided to spend the day perusing some of the stories again and seeing if I could formulate some ideas. Then I would drop the hammer on him and tell him about the marriage being over. Too bad though, because up until now, we had been in a pretty comfortable situation. Finding that note from Kelly quickly put an end to that though. Now I was determined to make him pay dearly before I sent him packing.

I settled in at the computer and found that my dear husband had been on the internet last night after I had gone to bed. I figured this had to be a good place to start. Once again the story he had read had been about a stranger fucking a guy’s wife while he was at work, taking advantage of yet another man’s wife. For some reason I started to read the story not from my husbands desire, but more from the woman’s aspect of how the story unfolded. Maybe that was a mistake because it got me squirming in my chair a bit. The writer was really good at capturing things from her perspective. When it got to the part of her husband coming home from work, it got very interesting. He became amorous with her right off because of some dumb thing he had seen on his way home, and took her right off to bed before she even had time to clean herself up. It turned out that his favorite thing to do to his wife was something that he shared in kind with my husband; he loved eating pussy before the main act.

Ever since I started having sex, I’ve had a real aversion to sperm, at least getting it in my mouth. It’s just such a nasty thing. So, when the writer made it obvious that the man was cleaning up his slutty wife’s pussy, I almost felt sorry for the husband. Until that is, I remembered something my father had taught me long ago; the best way to make a thief know how his victims feel is to turn the tables on him and steal something of his. There was the answer to my desire to torment my husband. I was going to show him what it felt like to have the shoe on the other foot.

I reread the story three times and each time I got hotter. Knowing what I was planning to do to my husband made the story all that closer to my own situation and I soon found my hand delving under my skirt for a round of playtime. I imagined how the only real winner in the story was the woman who first got a serious fucking and then the opportunity to get her pussy lapped like a lolly pop. In the story, she was ashamed of what she was allowing her husband to do to her, but I took the opposite view and imagined it as George getting his well earned comeuppance. The thing that pushed me into the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time was when I imagined telling George that he had just lapped the leftovers of a total stranger from my cunt. If that wouldn’t be the greatest emasculation any woman ever heaped on her man, I don’t know what would be.

When I caught my breath I figured I had enough research to formulate my own plan now, and shut down my connection. But I was in for my own surprise. As I weaved together what I considered the perfect plan to emasculate George to no end, every new detail to my scheme was making me itch so bad that I found myself on the bed fingering myself three more times. I was going to have soooo much fun. And I knew exactly who was going to get to help me. My neighbor had this great looking guy that cut her lawn once a week. Not only had I already checked him out in the past, the timing was perfect as well. He always came just about an hour before my husband got home from work. That would make his sperm really fresh and thus; disgusting. The man already knew me well because I had brought him out cold drinks several times. I knew the neighbor wasn’t home and he sweated so much in the sun that he really appreciated my kindness. And since I had caught him checking out my ass several times, I knew he would really appreciate the kindness I was going to offer him next time. I had to work fast though because he was due by tomorrow and I really didn’t want to put off kicking my husband out for another week.

I spent the entire day planning every little detail. I was horny and dripping wet the whole damn day. By the time George got home, right on time by the way, I was extremely happy to see him. My mood had elevated so much that he wondered what had been going on aloud over the past couple of days. I simply told him it was woman trouble and he backed off. But since he seemed so nice to me, I decided I should get him ready for tomorrow’s after work delight. I snuggled up to his ear and purred how much I’d love a little kitty licking. That was all I ever had to say to him to get whisked off to our bedroom for a real girl’s blowjob. He also loved it in the past when I referred to it as that, so I threw it in. To get him prepared for a new taste I told him I was thinking of getting some intimate fruity cream to apply to my kitty for a change of pace. I told him he’d like trying a new taste for a change, but he told me he liked my natural taste. Wait until he found out what natural could really taste like.

I had planned every minute detail so well that I even knew when I was going to tell him what I had tricked him into doing. He would always want to kiss me after eating me out, so I would push him away and tell him I’d never kiss a mouth that had that taste in it. I simply couldn’t have come up with a nastier, more emasculatory thing to do to get even with him. But as he gave me my girl’s blowjob, I almost felt sorry over losing him. He could give a girl the best head when he wanted to, but then I thought about how Kelly knew that too now and I went right back into bitch mode. The one thing I never understood about George though was that after four years of marriage and another one dating, he never got pissed at me for not wanting to give him a blowjob. I had told him once that a guy had wiped his cum into my mouth when I was younger and couldn’t stand the thought of anything that nasty ever happening again. He took it quite well and thus never whined about never getting head.

I got home from work the next day and had an hour or so to kill before my handsome stranger would show up. I took a shower and got everything ready. When I was impatiently waiting for my guy to show up, I drew up a ticket that resembled an airline ticket. It said it was from “My wife’s cum soaked cunt” and to “Hell”, and naturally I made it a one way ticket. I snuck it under the mattress so I could easily retrieve it to hand to George after not kissing him. I was so going to get even with him for this Kelly thing.

Right on time my handsome stranger arrived and started mowing the lawn next door. I got not just a drink, but a cold beer for him. Usually it was lemonade or ice water, but I wanted to prime the pump a little this time. My trap was well baited to hook him. I had on a very short, tight skirt, and one tight tank top. I didn’t have very big tits, but that made it very easy to go braless. And today my nipples were poking out like hard little marbles. They were so excited over what I was going to give them. How cute?

I let him all but finish the yard work so he wouldn’t have to hang around long and risk running into my husband. After all, this was my battle and I didn’t want to drag anyone else into it. But hey, I couldn’t just magically conjure up sperm, it had to come from someone. After taking one last look at what my life had been up until now, I grabbed the beer and went to flirt with the guy which would alter my life forever.

“Hey fella, you look hot. Could you use one of these?” I held up the sweating can of beer and made a bell ringing motion with it.

He came over to me wiping his forehead and said, “That looks like a small piece of heaven to me right about now. And talk about looking hot?”

The man gave me an undressing that told me he was mine for sure. I teased, “What do you mean? If a cold beer is a little piece of heaven, what do you call this?” I struck a pose to show off my ass and to make my very hard nipples point towards him.

“The rock that the little piece got chipped from.” He was smooth as well as hunky.

As he popped the top of the can and took a big swig, my heart fell hard. I couldn’t do this to the poor guy and then just throw him away. I had to come clean with him.

“Look… I don’t even know your name.”

“Jesse, and yours?”

“Hi Jesse, my name is Danielle. Look, I have a huge problem going on in my life right now and I’m… really in need of your help to set the universe straight again.” I kicked at the grass beneath my feet as I looked down away from him. “I came out here to trick you into helping me, but I can‘t do… I’m just going to say this. Would you like to fuck me? I’m on the pill and I wouldn’t expect anything in the future. Actually, I would prefer never having to talk about it again after today.”

Jesse stood back looking quite shocked, all the while checking my body out for an obviously overlooked scar, grotesque deformation, or maiming.

“What did you say? I thought you were married. Or at least I assumed.”

I started fretting over the lunacy of my plan. “I caught my husband cheating on me and I’m about to send him packing. I just want to get really even with him first.” I got all flustered over trying to divide the male brotherhood against itself and started to turn to run into the house. “I’m sorry.”

“No wait.” He came closer to the fence. “The guy’s really dumb enough to step out on you… he deserves whatever you’ve got planned. You’re not going to “Bobbitt” him though, are you?”

“Nothing that severe, just abject humiliation.”

“In that case then, fuck yeah. I’d love to fuck the hell out of you. But I’ve got to be honest with you. I date a couple of women already… I’m safe and all. I use a condom every time we…”

“Well, you can’t use a condom this time.”

“Is he going to be home anytime soon?”

“About a half hour. That’s probably about twenty-seven more minutes than most guys would need. Just kidding.”

“That’s cool. Yeah, I’ll help you out. Let me pack away my tools and I’ll be right over. And um… he doesn’t own a gun does he?”

I laughed and told him “no”.

I waited nervously by the front door for him to come. It’d been six years since I’ve fucked anyone besides my husband. I felt like a preteen again waiting for that big date thing to happen. I was so nervous. I knew the minute I opened that door that my marriage was over for good and there’d be no going back, so to prepare myself, I just thought about what Kelly might look like. That fucking bitch!

There he was, coming up the walkway. I opened the door for him and he closed it for me. I noticed he still wasn’t really comfortable when he purposely locked the door. When he turned around I was waiting for him and he understood me well. He took me into his arms and planted the most amazing kiss on me. I wanted to let him know just how easy this was going to be for him, so I pushed my pelvis against his crotch as he grabbed the cheeks of my ass. He slid his hands right under my skirt to get at me.

“Where you want to do this pretty lady?”

“In the bedroom, in our bed to really piss him off.”

“That stupid bastard.”

I took him by his hand and walked him to the master bedroom. He started to pull the covers of the bed down, but I stopped him and told him I didn’t want my husband to know too quickly that I’d been fucking around. I wanted to make it look like I had just been playing with myself. He saw the flavored lube jelly I had on the nightstand and asked me if I wanted him to put that on me. I told him it was just a prop and his eyebrows raised.

“I think I get it now. You just want this to be really messy, huh? Something tells me that he likes eating your pussy.”

I smirked from ear to ear and said, “You got it. And boy is he in for a surprise.”

Nothing else really had to be said after that. He made out with me a little to get me loosened up, and the next thing I knew my feet were knocking against the headboard as he plowed my cunt like a wheat field. He asked some questions which I didn’t care to answer, but then wanted to know where I wanted his “display”. I told him I wanted it out of sight and he chuckled.

This whole thing had started out as pure payback, but the closer I got to having an orgasm, the more I needed to kiss the hunk fucking my brains out. He was making me wish I had been cheating on George all along. I ran my hands all over his body feeling his chiseled muscles. His cock was so much harder than George’s normally got, not a lot bigger, but it doesn’t take much difference in size to piss off a lover. Nor to please a woman use to one slightly smaller. The one thing he was much better at than George was the way he manipulated my body for his own benefit. A girl really likes to feel taken and even slightly used now and then. George was always way too polite.

When his groaning told me he was about to fill me up, I told him not to go too deep. I wanted it just out of sight. He pulled back slightly and was being so sweet to help me make things just so perfect. I felt his cum warming me up as he dumped my husbands surprise in just the right place. It had been so long since I’ve had such a great fucking. I held Jesse to me to kiss him and thank him for his help. As he laid on top of me I could feel his cock going limp inside me. He wanted to know just how I was going to tell my soon-to-be ex-husband. I told him about refusing to kiss him, and then I reached for that special ticket under the edge of the mattress. He read it and gave me the perfect compliment.

“You bitch. You really want to destroy him, don’t you.”

“I warned him when we got married not to fuck around on me or I‘d make his life a living hell”.

Jesse looked at the clock and yanked away from me. He said he had to get out fast so he wouldn’t ruin my caper. As he dressed I tried to scoop what had fallen out of me back into my canal. I wiped myself dry from the obvious remnants and Jesse gave me one last kiss goodbye and told me he would love to “help” me out again. I told him there was a very good chance of that happening. I asked him to let himself out so I wouldn’t have to stand up and lose any of my husbands’ surprise. Seconds later I heard the door shut and I smiled in my own completion of step one. Now to wait for step two to begin.

As I waited I couldn’t help but dwell on just how fucking awesome of a fuck I had just received. I slowly diddled my clit some as I fantasized about what might happen with Jesse next time I saw him. Too bad this would be George’s last day in the house. I was having so much fun at his expense. I even wondered about keeping him around just to have the fun of torturing him endlessly. If I had more men around like Jesse, that could be a hard thought to get out of my head. But as I heard his car pull into the drive, I went into total bitch mode again and was so pleased with myself over what I had done to prepare his exit.

The front door slammed and I hurriedly took the top off the lube and set in back down, spread my legs a little and started making slow circles around my clit. I could hear George walking around and calling for me. I kept quiet knowing he would eventually walk in to “catch” me masturbating; and when he did, I acted all embarrassed. I claimed that I had become so hot from thinking about his blowjob the day before that I had a special need. He never got to see me masturbate before, so he was as captured as a fly in a spider’s web. George asked me to continue, but I pretended to be too ashamed to continue and closed my legs onto my hands. I told him I would greatly prefer if he stripped down and took over with his expert tongue. I pointed to the tube of flavored lube and said how I would taste so sweet to him today.

As he immediately started to take off his clothes, he told me that he really didn’t think the lube could make me taste any better than normal, but he’d give it a shot. He had no idea just how much he was going to hate it. I was just hoping it would take him a long time before noticing anything out of whack. I pointed out to him that the lube was called, Natural Sex. That should help out a little.

When he was stripped down and crawled between my legs, he saw the goo seeping from my hole. I didn’t have to say a thing. He just said it was falling out of me and that it looked mixed with my own juices from having been playing with myself. Hee, hee, hee!

He went through the normal slow motion start and I began dreaming of what it felt like with Jesse’ cock buried where my husband’s face was now. I had to fight to keep my face from giving me away. When I felt his tongue sliding in between my labia, I smiled at having really gotten even with the prick. I made sure to moan my delights out loud to make sure he knew I really enjoyed my last girl’s blowjob I’d ever get from him. And was I ever getting even. He must have been thinking about yesterday as well, because he was really going at me. His tongue was working into me so deep and hitting all the right spots. It dawned on me that it would be terrific if he gave me a really great orgasm so I could say it was the best one I ever got from him; just before I crush him like the bug he is.

George was certainly on his game this afternoon. He had me hopping around and kept interrupting my thoughts about Jesse with how well he was doing. The thought of keeping him around for endless torture leapt back into my mind as he made my pelvis heave into the air a foot, unable to stay on the bed. It was getting so hard to keep my legs spread wide for him to enjoy his last meal. He had me quivering uncontrollably.

All of a sudden he paused and said, “Damn, this cream stuff isn’t so bad. It sort of tingles.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his naivety, and when he asked me what was so funny, I told him I’d tell him later. I figured in about another five minutes, maybe ten. But then again, the longer he munched on me the better it would work in my favor. In more ways than one. And then the bastard did something totally new for him. He grabbed under my knees and forced my legs into the air. He never man handled me like this. But it did make it easier to go back to dreaming of my last lover. When he decided that he wanted my pussy even more exposed to his efforts, he grabbed the back side of my hips and lifted me even further into the air. My toes were again tapping the headboard.

Again the thought of keeping George around leapt to my mind and was pissing me off. If I kept him around, I would have to put Kelly to the back of my mind for however long I decided to let him stay to eat me out. I actually wondered if getting blowjobs was worth swallowing my pride even for a day. And then I thought what it would be like if I kept getting myself fucked by Jesse or some other stranger just to make him eat it out of my pussy each time. That thought gave me an orgasm on it’s own and George didn’t even seem to notice. It wasn’t that big of one, but I could tell there was certainly another one on it’s way.

Just then George started to ravishingly bite at my lips and clit. I was bucking from the sexual torment he was instilling upon me. I grabbed for his head to hold him really tight to my cunt and screamed, “Eat me you fucking prick. Get every fucking drop.”

I suddenly felt like I tipped my hand, but it seemed with his renewed vigor that he thought I meant the flavored lube. He started moaning into my muff as if the dirty things I had said had inspired him to new heights. And then he bolted upright and dropped my ass back to the bed. As I watched, furious that he had stopped, I saw he had his own thing to worry about. His cock was rock hard and he started bucking his hips at me. And without even touching his cock, he started shooting globs of come onto my belly. He was so fucking horny from eating me out that he got himself off without even touching himself. I never even knew that was possible.

George apologized for the interruption and went back to biting at me. My mind was totally fucked up now and I watched him as he tried to get me back to my own orgasm; even hoisting my hips back into the air. I decided to try something and pushed some of his cum towards my pussy and his face. He looked at me real quick and stopped my hand. He had seen that I was going to push it in front of his face and he didn’t want that at all. God, if he only knew what I knew, he’d literally kill me. At least when I told him what he had done, I knew it would have the desired effect.

It only took him a minute to get me back on track and as I dreamt about how awesome my last lover had felt in me, he absolutely bit my clit and it’s hood like a fucking expert. I bucked uncontrollably, pulled his head into me as hard as I ever had, and began a mind shattering orgasm that even made Jesse’ recent one pale in comparison. Then pulling on George’s head turned into trying to push him away. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had never cum so hard in my life. George was all grins as he laid my ass back to the bed and excused himself. He said he had to piss like a racehorse.

With my enthralling orgasm complete, I wondered just what to do. It was easier now to dismiss him, but damn. My legs were still shaking and my pussy was absolutely raw from his attention. Mindlessly, I groped for the ticket beneath the mattress and looked at it. I had no idea what to do, but if he saw this thing he would have all the knowledge he needed. Just then the phone rang.

“Hello!”

“Uh, hi. Is George there?”

George was just coming back into the bedroom and I crumpled the fake ticket into the palm of my hand so he wouldn’t see it. I went back to the phone call to distract his attention. It was a man’s voice, so I figured it was someone from his work. Going on autopilot I asked the normal question and was immediately dazed and dumbfounded at the same time.

“Can I tell him who’s calling?”

“Just tell him it’s Kelly.”

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