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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, incest, and unwanted pregnancies are
subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other
only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a
psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental
health immediately. I am always open to comments and constructive
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Retribution Chapter two
By trukin_fool

That afternoon, being Saturday, I was trying to decide what odd jobs
I'd try to accomplish, as My wife went about her cooking and baking.
Around two, I heard the phone ring. Ann answered it, and I was within
earshot from around the corner, outside. Ann was talking to Bill, and
he had asked about getting a card game going this evening. Ann wasn't
sure about the timing, however she did realize how awkward it would
be, having him and his wife at our place, now that I knew about his
affair with her.
Bill was a friend of mine since high school. He and his wife Angie,
were some great friends I thought, until what I'd recently learned.
Bill married a much younger woman. Angie was only thirty eight,
compared to Bill and myself. who are both forty nine.
Although she's younger than him, she fits in well with our entire
crew. She is however somewhat of an exhibitionist, and she loves
flashing her perfect full tits to everyone she knows.
I began to wonder what she'd be like in bed, as my wife hung up the
phone. I knew she was very jealous of Bill, and hopefully, that would
lead to me banging her.
"Tim?" My wife called, breaking my fantasy. "That was Bill on the
phone. He and Angie want to come over and play cards tonight."
"What time?" I asked.
"I didn't set up a time, You'll have to call him back."
about tem minutes later, I called Bill back, but Angie answered.
"Hey hot stuff. How are they hanging?" I said jokingly.
"Well hey yourself." She said giggling. "They don't hang. They're
perfectly ideal, and sticking straight out as usual."
I asked her about the card game, set the time at seven, and then added
that I needed to talk with her about something Bill did, but it could
wait until tonight, when we had a chance to be alone.
"Something juicy. I hope." She laughed, before hanging up.
Hopefully she'd be juicy too. I thought.
That night, we had the kitchen table all prepared with plenty of
snacks, and plenty of alcohol on the counter. Hopefully everyone was
in a drinking mood.
When Bill and Angie arrived, we all hugged each other, and as usual,
Bill held Ann longer than was necessary.
To return the favor, Angie grabbed me and hugged me tightly again. For
effect, she even moaned a little, as she ground her smooth belly
against my groin.
After that, we retired to the kitchen, and all sat to play cards.
About an hour had passed by, and the alcohol was flowing freely. Ann
was beginning to feel it's affects, when someone decided to play a
different game. We were all quite bored with cards, but when I
suggested strip poker, we all agreed. That is except for Ann. Even
though she was bussed, she wasn't far enough gone to be comfortable
with stripping yet.
Bill quickly noticed, and immediately filled Anns glass again.
After three hands, I had lost my shoes, and both Bill and Ann had lost
theirs. Angie was the only winner so far.
At that point, Angie made up an excuse to get me alone, as she went to
use the toilet.
She pulled me into the bedroom, and begged me to tell her about my
secret.
"If I tell you, you're probably going to get mad." I stated. "I don't
need you two fighting, while you're here."
Angie vowed she would not fight or even argue, as long as I told her
what it was I was hiding.
"Well then." I said honestly. "A while back when we were all at the
bar, Bill followed Ann outside.. She was getting some fresh air, and
Bill attacked her."
"Bullshit." Angie replied indignantly. "How do you know?"
"Ann related it all to me last night, when we got home. I questioned
her, and found out Bill fucked her behind the bar." I explained.
"That dirty fucking asshole." Angie hissed. "I knew he had a thing for
Anns huge titties, but to fuck her?"
"Now remember. No fighting, and no arguments." I reminded Angie.
With an evil menacing glare, she nodded silently. Quickly a smile came
on her face, as she suggested a little revenge.
"Let's go back, and I'll make sure I lose. That way he can't say or do
a thing about it." She whispered. "I'll show him, that two can play
that game." Angie grabbed my hand and marched me right back to the
kitchen, and sat down abruptly.
"Whos deal?" She said.
True to her word, after the next four hands, Angie was down to her
lacy white bra, and pink panties.
Ann had lost her blouse also, but Bill and I remained pretty well in
tact.
"Before we go on." Angie suggested. "I think rules have to be drawn
up. What happenes when and if I am naked. Then what?"
I and Ann remained silent, because we both knew where this was headed.
We allowed Bill to give his blessings on the details.
"Maybe you should dance or something." He said.
"Ah ha. I've got a better idea." Angie interjected quickly. "A lap
dance. I'll do a lap dance for the winner. But only a short one. About
two minutes."
Bill readily agreed, knowing he and I were still well clothed yet.
Over the next few hands, Angie lost her panties, opting to keep her
bra on. Bill and I were neck and neck, both down to our pants and
underwear. Ann was also down to her bra and panties."
Finally, on the next hand, Angie lost her bra. She sat proudly showing
her gorgeous tits,and smiling as she realized I was becoming excited.
Again she lost, with a fake frown, and knowing she was now required to
give me a lap dance.
Bill and Ann, looked on with intrest, as Angie settled her cute tight
ass on my lap. After a few grinds, she spoke up.
"This just isn't doing anything for me." She said.
After that, she stood to face me, and straddled my lap. sinking very
low and grinding her moist hot box against my now erect member.
"Ahhhhh." She moaned out loud, "Now that's much better. I can feel
your rod, rubbing my clit like that. Would you like to suck my titties
while I do this?"
I looked to Bill, who was messmerized by his wifes fanatical
movements.
"Go ahead. He won't mind. Will you Bill sweetie?" She taunted him.
"But I think your two minutes are up." He pleaded.
"Nonsense. What's a few more minutes between close friends anyways?"
She asked. "After all, I know all about you and Ann behind the bar. It
probably took longer than two minutes there. Right?"
Both Bill and Ann were stunned at Angies outburst. They were like
statues, unable to speak or move.
Finally, Angie stood, and looked at my pants.
"Ohhh my goodness." She exclaimed sarcastically. "Did I do that?"
When I looked down, I noticed a thin wet strip, on my tented pants.
"Maybe we should go somewhere, and take care of that." Angie said,
grabbing my hand, and leading to the bedroom.
As we left, Ann and Bill were still frozen in place, not believing
what was happening.
"You keep yor hands to yourself Bill." Angie said over her shoulder.
"This is just a simple case of revenge. Nothing personal."
Once in the bedroom, Angie quickly undressed me, and remarked how nice
and fat my cock was. Even though it was a lie, I loved the ego boost.
After stooping to remove my pants, Angie toyed with my cock, while
asking me a question.
"Whre do you want to put it? In my mouth, my pussy, or my ass?" She
asked.
"I'd just love to put it in all three." I stated.
"Huuuumm." She hummed while thinking out loud. "Maybe next time, but
for now, how about you slide that nice thick cock, into my wet
slippery cunt?"
After she said that, she didn't allow me a chance to answer, before
she pulled on top of her, on the bed.
"Shove it in me stud." She cooed. "Shove it in hard and deep. I'm
already wet enough to take it all, and that's what I want. All of it.
Every inch."
Not wanting to deny her pleasure, I did as she asked.
With one swift stab, I slammed my cock deep inside her pussy, hitting
her clit with my pelvis bone while doing so.
Instantly, Angie became a wanton whore for my cock. She began to moan
and cry out her pleasure loudly. I think mostly for the benefit of Ann
and Bill, in the kitchen.
It didn't take me long, before I was tensing up, at my approaching
orgasm.
Angie felt it too, and began to beg me to cum in her.
"That's it fucker. Fuck me deep and hard, and when you cum, make sure
every drop shoots right into my baby factory. I love the feeling of
hot virile sperm, pumping into me."
At that point, I bagan to cum.
"Oh Billl." Angie cried out loudly. "He's doing it. He's cumming in
your wifes pussy. He's filling me up with that hot sticky load. Are
you happy for me?"
After I'd cum, Angie refused to release her grip on me. With her arms
and legs wrapped around me tightly, she ground her clit into my
pelvis, and acheived her own orgasm.
"God that was great." She gasped, as she relaxed and unlocked her
ankles from behind me. "That sure is some woman pleaser you have
there. I'll bet you shot off a gallon of goo into me. It feels very
hot and messy."
As I stood, wondering how to return to the kitchen, without being
punched, angie ran to the bathroom.
"Don't worry about Bill." She said through the open doorway, sensing
my apprehension. "It's done and overwith. There's nothing he can do
about it now. But maybe next time, we'll do it with him knowing."
There was to be a next time? I though to myself. How lucky could one
man get?
As Angie and returned to the kitchen, she was clean and fresh, but her
pussy lips were red and angry looking. They hung down loosely, and
formed a perfect type of upside down "V."
The look on Bills face was priceless, while the one on Anns, was one
of horror.
They both knew what we had done, and no one uttered a word.
"Wel dear?" Angie finally said. "I think we got what we came here for,
so why don't we leave, and we can share notes on each of their
lovemaking skills."
After she spoke, she begasn to dress, while snickering to herself.
I walked behind the two, as they headed out the door.
Angie stopped momentarily, to hug and kiss me deeply, while Bill
proceeded in front of her.
"Until next time, loverboy. And there will be a next time. You can
count on it." She said, glancing and winking over my shouldr at Ann,
who was standing in the kitchen doorway.
"How long will this go on?" Ann asked as I closed the door. "Just what
do you expect of me?"
"I expect you to feel what I feel, everytime I look at you. Knowing
you spread your legs for those guys, and still request good treatment?
I don't think so. Come now, lets go to bed. I need my dick sucked." I
stated.
Obediently, but reluctantly, my wife trodded behind me, back to the
bedroom.
Unfortunately, Ann had to sit and sleep, on the wet spot, created by
Angie and I earlier. She also got to taste Angies feminie essence,
that had dried into a crusty mass on my cock, while she cleaned me.
She really didn't care for doing it, and asked me to cleanup before
she began.
Wanting to inflict as much vengeance on Ann as possible, I opted not
to do so, and forced her to enjoy the flavor of my coupling, with
Bill's wife.
Two down and three more to go, I thought, drifting off to sleep that
night.
My revenge was pay back in like manner, of what I was made to suffer.
The next morning Ann was vey cold to me. At breakfast, she said
little, and made it known she wasn't very happy with the outcome of
the previous days events.
As Ann washed the dishes, after we ate, I spent my time, catching up
on the news on TV. Ann naturally remained in the kitchen puttering,
hoping to avoid direct eye contact, and the eventual conversation,
about my next plan.

continued...............

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