I know what you were thinking – that you’d never get caught. When I
found out, I cried. For about an hour. Then I decided to get even. Why
did it have to be a blonde? You know how I hate them. Plastic,
oversexed bimbos that get all the men. You told me when we were married
that I was everything you ever wanted, ever fantasized about. I almost
believed you. All that time – did you really want me to bleach my hair
and prance around with my tits hanging out, a mindless trophy to show
off in front of all your friends? Oh, you deny it now. Of course you
do. You’d say anything – once my two friends had you bound to a chair
in the corner of our bedroom.
I wondered whether seeing you struggle would bother me. I’m not much
for violence. But I’ll have to admit that watching you try to fight
them gave me a certain satisfaction. It was almost amusing. They were
twice your size, with arms as thick and hard as the largest branches of
your favorite oak tree in our back yard. The hatred in your eyes might
have even frightened me, had it not been for the layers of duct tape
that rendered you helpless. The few feet between us might just as well
have been a thousand miles.
You stopped struggling when I leaned close to you, rested my hands on
your knees, and peered closely into your eyes. I’ll always remember how
they filled with fear when I told you.
“These men are here to fuck me. And you’re here to watch.”
I undressed them slowly, one at a time. You see, I never told you, but
I have a weakness for tall, dark, and handsome. You can have your
blondes. Dark curly hair and olive skin make me juicy. The classic
Greek hunk – the Italian Machiavellian – give me Old World satyrs any
day. Real men, driven by testosterone, not political correctness or
personal agendas. And muscle. Did I mention muscle? Well, I guess you
could see that for yourself. A big brain isn’t everything, my dear.
I paraded them, naked, in front of you on purpose. I must have explored
every inch of them, me in my t-shirt and shorts, stroking their
glistening chests, kneading hard ropes of muscle I never knew existed
under a man’s skin. Do you remember when I went down on my knees in
front of them – when I closed both hands around one of their cocks,
moving him so you could see how much of it extended beyond my fists?
Did it make you feel small? It should have. Did you think I chose them
only for their European charm? Think again.
I was surprised when you didn’t look away or close your eyes. Even when
I took their cocks in my mouth and sucked them like a wanton whore. But
I’m glad you watched. It would haunt you for the rest of your life. I
needed that.
I let them decide when to strip me. I stared at you the entire time
they pulled the clothes from my body. You knew what I was thinking. But
just to make sure, just as he was pulling my panties past my knees, I
managed to whisper in your ear one last time.
“I’ll let them have me any way they wish. Know what it’s like to have
the one you love betray you with her body. Remember it – always
remember.”
It didn’t take long for them to lift me onto our bed – seconds after I
was naked in fact. These weren’t men who counted the minutes of
foreplay. I had shown them what I wanted, of that there was no
question. I had tasted their flesh, lapping hungrily at the valleys and
mountains of their bodies, finally taking the best parts of each man in
my mouth. At first a firm, egg-shaped testicle grasped carefully
between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, the salty taste and musky
odor a reminder that my mouth held both blueprint and engine to my
beautiful new mate. Then soon after, the hard plum at the end of a
thick, warm stalk of flesh, grasped again between my lips as I coaxed
the first few droplets of thick sweet syrup from him, the certain
promise of what was to come.
Did you see how readily I gave myself to them – my body so helpless and
willing in their strong hands? If they hadn’t spread my legs, I’d have
done it for them. Not because they couldn’t have opened me easily, but
to show you how freely my cunt dripped for them.
From the foot of our bed I’m sure you saw him enter me – my legs in the
air, circling his powerful back – the lean sinews of his ass tighten as
he pistoned forward, burying the full length of his cock inside me. He
didn’t need my encouragement. His relentless pace and flawless timing
were that of a wondrous machine. Nothing I would say to him would make
a difference. But it might to you.
“Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Give it to me. Give it all to me. It’s so
good. So huge. So fucking good. So fucking good. So fucking good.”
How did it feel hearing me beg for this beautiful man’s cock? I’ve
never said those things to you, even during our best sex. You think my
words were meant to hurt you. Well, you’re only partially right. It was
– so – fucking – good.
I can’t quite remember the noises I made when I came. But I know they
were loud – not like the feeble whimpers you hear when you fuck me. Did
I cum for a minute – or two – or three? Do you remember? Was I better
than your blonde? Does her cunt grip your prick like a vise, greedy for
every last inch of it? No? Then I was better. But to be fair, I was
maddeningly inspired.
I took my second lover from the back, on my belly. But first I turned
to face you, my chin resting on your pillow at the foot of our bed. I
wanted to see how much of a coward you really were. Could you look me
in the eye as he slipped his magnificent cock inside me? You surprised
me again. You watched with tears in your eyes as he took my hips in his
large hands and lifted my ass so effortlessly. Did you know he entered
me where you’ve never been? Perhaps you noticed me flinch for a second
as the head of his cock breached me and squeezed inside. Later, when he
fucked me with slow but determined thrusts, I hoped you’d see a hint of
what I felt – how I had never been taken so completely by a man – never
surrendered my body so thoroughly.
Did you watch his face as well? I wish I could have seen it too. So
handsome, those boyish features and that mischievous grin. How did that
angelic face look – please tell me – the moment he jetted his semen
into my bowels?
I let him cum first this time. I needed to see your face as this young
Adonis emptied himself inside your wife. Did you feel violated, knowing
I held both men’s semen so deep inside me, semen rich with sperm so
vigorous and potent I could almost feel them slither, intent on
reaching their final destination?
I played with myself as I watched you. You seemed so defeated, so
aghast that I was capable of such revenge. It seemed like only seconds
until I was moaning again, waves of heat and pleasure washing over me
as my fingers mingled with the slippery trickle of cum that coated my
clit. The certainty that this image would be with you forever – my
depraved cries and groans as I masturbated with his exquisite cock
buried in my ass – made my orgasm more intense than any I can remember.
You looked so surprised when I went to you afterwards and straddled
your lap. Were you trying to tell me you were sorry? That you’d never
cheat again? I guess I’ll never know, with all that tape stretched over
your mouth. And why did you shrink away from me? I just had to show off
a little – rubbing the sweat between my breasts over your face –
wetting the front of your pants with a warm slimy souvenir as it oozed
from my belly. What’s that? You’re having a good time too? I’m so glad.
For hours we drank your beer and listened to music from your precious
stereo. The guys finally had it working. You know how clueless I am with
your gadgets. For once I played the music I wanted to hear. The three
of us swam naked in our pool – me forever on the lookout for one of
their sleek brown bodies slicing through the crystal blue depths,
always to be sandwiched between them when they surfaced in front and
behind me, their perpetual erections pressed against my belly and back
as we held each other, immersed in the cool shimmering water.
Poor you, tied to your chair all that time. Time to think about what
you had done to me. Time to listen to the three of us drink, laugh, and
play with each other, all of us free and giddy as children, naked as
the day we were born, insatiably hungry for each others’ bodies. Time
to wonder what I might do next.
We returned to the bedroom refreshed, a little drunk, and so eager to
fall back into the rumpled sheets of our bed once again. You, on the
other hand, looked a little worse for wear. But we had other things on
our minds.
I took them both at once. Again, I let them choose – my mouth, pussy,
ass – they knew how to share. Before it was over, each of them took his
turn inside me, over and over, until I couldn’t tell one from the
other. How can I describe how overwhelming it was – bucking against his
face as my clit surrendered to his tongue, cumming so violently as I
felt the velvety head of a second penis deliver dose after dose of
semen, coating my own tongue like warm honey. Then, like some
outrageous marathon, they took turns between my legs, each so beautiful
in his own way, each exquisite cock a phoenix, repeatedly finding new
life until none of us had the strength to go on.
And still, after all that, as their lean bodies flattened against me
from left and right, they feasted on me, suckling my breasts, licking
my belly, nibbling at my neck. I was long past thinking about how
painful it might be for you to watch. I was long past thinking about
you at all. I was swimming in much more than a growing lake of semen –
I was swimming in the waters of resurrection.
After a short nap, we showered together. My new friends were so
attentive – one shampooing my tangled, matted hair, the other soaping
me from head to toe – they were spoiling me, and I was so ready to be
spoiled.
I left them in charge, knowing that the tape around your ankles and
wrists was the only thing keeping your wrath in check. That night there
was a suite at the Four Seasons with my name on it. I told them to use
the house for as long as they liked – to set you free just before they
left – but not before you wet yourself. A nice touch, don’t you think?
I waited three days for you to come back. When you did, it was with
your tail between your legs, that wounded puppy look all over your
face. Yes, I know you love me. Do I believe you, that you’ll never be
unfaithful again? Can we call it even, stay together, after all that’s
happened? My, you are the obliging one, aren’t you.
Fine. If I catch you with another blonde, well, you can only imagine.
But my two new friends? That’s right, those two. I’ll be seeing them
from time to time. But not where you can watch. Oh no, it’s not up for
discussion. It’s what I want. And from now on, I always get what I
want.
You were speechless, of course. But you didn’t object. If only you knew
how wet that made me. Silent consent. Your tacit permission to sport-
fuck my adorable playmates. And I’ll bet my new Mercedes that in time,
you’ll even learn to like it.
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